Another lovely oldie, can be found in BHB, CH4, H&P, R&S among others

Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
Wean it from earth; through all its pulses move;
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art,
And make me love Thee as I ought to love.

I ask no dream, no prophet-ecstasies,
no sudden rending of the veil of clay,
no angel-visitant, no opening skies;
but take the dimness of my soul away.

Hast Thou not bid me love Thee, God and King -
All, all Thine own, soul, heart, and strength and mind?
I see Thy cross - there teach my heart to cling:
O let me seek Thee, and O let me find!

Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear,
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.

Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,
One holy passion filling all my frame -
The baptism of the heaven-descended Dove,
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.

George Croly (1780-1860)