I came across this poem written by Charles H. Spurgeon (1890). It describes how the Spirit of God overwhelms a person who puts their trust in Jesus. It is a song of degrees, and builds as it goes. So is the spiritual life of intimacy with God.
All my soul was dry and dead
Till I learned that Jesus bled;
Bled and suffered in my place,
bearing sin in matchless grace.
Then a drop of Heavenly love
Fell upon me from above,
And by secret mystic art
Reached the center of my heart.
Glad the story I recount,
Lo that drop became a fount,
Bubbled up a living well,
Made my heart begin to swell.
All within my soul was praise,
Praise increasing all my days;
Praise which could not silent be:
Floods were struggling to be free.
More and more the waters grew,
Open wide the flood-gates flew,
leaping forth in streams of song,
Flowed my happy life along.
Lo! A river clear and sweet
Laved my glad, obedient feet!
Soon it rose up to my knees,
And I praised and prayed with ease.
Now my soul in praises swims.
Bathes in songs, and psalms, and hymns;
Plunges down into the deeps,
all her powers in worship steeps.
Hallelujah! O my Lord,
Torrents from my soul are poured!
I am carried clean away.
Praising, praising all the day.
In an ocean of delight
Praising God with all my might,
Self is drowned, so let it be
Only Christ remains to me
C.H Spurgeon, 1890