This is an old song (1854) by George Croly. I was introduced to it in high school and it has always stayed in my spirit as a prayer:

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.

Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;

Teach me the struggles of the day to bear,

To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh,

Teach me the patience of unceasing prayer.

Teach me to love Thee as the angels love,

One holy passion filling all my frame;

The kindling of the heaven-descended dove,

My heart an alter and Thy love the flame.  Amen