Poetry

JESUS THINE ALL-VICTORIOUS LOVE

Jesus, thine all-victorious love

Shed in my heart abroad:

Then shall my feet no longer rove,

Rooted and fix'd 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.

My steadfast soul, from falling free,

Shall then no longer move;

While Christ is all the world to me,

And all my heart is love.

~Charles Wesley, 1707-1788~