 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
HYMN TO GOD THE SANCTIFIER.
Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening fire,
Come, and my hallow'd heart inspire,
Sprinkled with the atoning blood:
Now to my soul Thyself reveal;
Thy mighty working let me feel,
And know that I am born of God.
Come, and my hallow'd heart inspire,
Sprinkled with the atoning blood:
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Thy mighty working let me feel,
And know that I am born of God.
Thy witness with my spirit bear,
That God, my God inhabits there,
Thou, with the Father and the Son,
Eternal Light's coeval Beam.
Be Christ in me, and I in Him,
'Till perfect we are made in one.
That God, my God inhabits there,
Thou, with the Father and the Son,
Eternal Light's coeval Beam.
Be Christ in me, and I in Him,
'Till perfect we are made in one.
When wilt Thou my whole heart subdue?
Come, Lord, and form my soul anew,
Emptied of pride, self-will, and hell:
Less than the least of all Thy store
Of mercies, I myself abhor:
All, all my vileness may I feel.
Come, Lord, and form my soul anew,
Emptied of pride, self-will, and hell:
Less than the least of all Thy store
Of mercies, I myself abhor:
All, all my vileness may I feel.
Humble, and teachable, and mild,
O, may I, as a little child,
My lowly Master's steps pursue:
Be anger to my soul unknown;
Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone!
In love create Thou all things new.
O, may I, as a little child,
My lowly Master's steps pursue:
Be anger to my soul unknown;
Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone!
In love create Thou all things new.
Let earth no more my heart divide;
With Christ may I be crucified,
To Thee with my whole soul aspire;
Dead to the world, and all its toys,
Its idle pomp, and fading joys,
Be Thou alone my one desire.
With Christ may I be crucified,
To Thee with my whole soul aspire;
Dead to the world, and all its toys,
Its idle pomp, and fading joys,
Be Thou alone my one desire.
Be Thou my joy; be Thou my dread;
In battle cover Thou my head,
Nor earth nor hell so shall I fear:
So shall I turn my steady face
Want, pain defy, enjoy disgrace,
Glory in dissolution near.
In battle cover Thou my head,
Nor earth nor hell so shall I fear:
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Want, pain defy, enjoy disgrace,
Glory in dissolution near.
My will be swallow'd up in Thee:
Light in Thy light still may I see,
Beholding Thee with open face;
Call'd the full power of faith to prove,
Let all my hallow'd heart be love,
And all my spotless life be praise.
Light in Thy light still may I see,
Beholding Thee with open face;
Call'd the full power of faith to prove,
Let all my hallow'd heart be love,
And all my spotless life be praise.
Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening fire,
My consecrated heart inspire,
Sprinkled with the atoning blood:
Still to my soul Thyself reveal;
Thy mighty working may I feel,
And know that I am one with God!
My consecrated heart inspire,
Sprinkled with the atoning blood:
Still to my soul Thyself reveal;
Thy mighty working may I feel,
And know that I am one with God!
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