Saviour, and can it be
That thou shouldst dwell with me?
From thy high and lofty throne,
Throne of everlasting bliss,
Will thy majesty stoop down
To so mean a house as this?

I am not worthy, Lord,
So foul, so self-abhorred,
Thee, my God, to entertain
In this poor polluted heart:
I so frail and full of sin,
All my nature cries: 'Depart!'

Yet come, thou heavenly guest,
And purify my breast;
Come, thou great and glorious King,
While before thy cross I bow;
With thyself salvation bring,
Cleanse the house by entering now.


Charles Wesley (1707-88)