GIVE me the faith which can remove And sink the mountain to a plain; Give me the child-like praying love Which longs to build Thy house again; Thy love, let it my heart o’erpower, And fill me from this very hour.
I would the precious time redeem, And longer live for this alone, To spend, and to be spent, for them Who have not yet my Saviour known; Fully on these my mission prove, And only breathe, to breathe Thy love.
My talents, gifts and graces, Lord, Into Thy blessèd hands receive, And let me live to preach Thy Word, And let me to Thy glory live; My every sacred moment spend In publishing the sinners’ Friend.
Enlarge, inflame and fill my heart With boundless charity divine: So shall I all my strength exert, And love them with a zeal like Thine; And lead them to Thy open side, The sheep for whom their Shepherd died.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88