Jesus, Thine all victorious love Shed in my heart abroad; Then shall my feet no longer rove, Rooted and fixed in God. O that in me the sacred fire Might now begin to glow; Burn up the dross of base desire And make the mountains flow! O that it now from Heav???n might fall And all my sins consume! Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call, Spirit of burning, come! Refining fire, go through my heart, Illuminate my soul; Scatter Thy life through every part And sanctify the whole.