WHEN shall I hear the inward voice Which only faithful souls can hear? Pardon, and peace, and heavenly joys Come by the promised Comforter; I cannot rest in sins forgiven, Where is the earnest of my Heaven?
Where is the sure and certain seal That ascertains the kingdom mine? The powerful stamp I long to feel, The signature of love divine: O shed it in my heart abroad, Fulness of love, of Heaven, of God!
Come, O Thou Comforter, O come! Nor visit as a passing guest, But make in me Thy constant home, And take possession of my breast, O say that righteousness divine, And Christ, and all with Christ, are mine!
Charles Wesley, 1707-88‡