My God! I know, I feel thee mine,
And will not quit my claim,
Till all I have is lost in thine
And all renewed I am.

I hold thee with a trembling hand,
But will not let thee go,
Till steadfastly by faith I stand
And all thy goodness know.

When shall I see the welcome hour
That plants my God in me-
Spirit of health, and life, and power,
And perfect liberty?

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 heaven 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.


Charles Wesley (1707-88)