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 | CHAPTER XX. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
2854.
[The holy unconcern]
But none of these things move me, neither, &c.
—xx. 24.
The holy unconcern
That I even I may learn,
Show me, Lord, the dazzling prize,
Thou Thyself my teacher be;
Then I shall my life despise,
Only wish to live for Thee.
That I even I may learn,
Show me, Lord, the dazzling prize,
Thou Thyself my teacher be;
Then I shall my life despise,
Only wish to live for Thee.
When I my Saviour love,
Nor life nor death can move:
Partner of Thy weal or woe,
For that blissful sight I sigh,
Crucified to all below,
Only wish for Thee to die.
Nor life nor death can move:
Partner of Thy weal or woe,
For that blissful sight I sigh,
Crucified to all below,
Only wish for Thee to die.
Thy gospel-minister
I see my business here,
Witness of Thy saving will,
Of Thy free unbounded grace,
First mine office to fulfil,
Then to win and close my race.
I see my business here,
Witness of Thy saving will,
Of Thy free unbounded grace,
First mine office to fulfil,
Then to win and close my race.
I ask not how or when
But be my Saviour then;
Grant in death my sole desire,
Bid me lay this body down,
Joyful in Thine arms expire,
Share Thine everlasting crown.
But be my Saviour then;
Grant in death my sole desire,
Bid me lay this body down,
Joyful in Thine arms expire,
Share Thine everlasting crown.
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