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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. |
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2 | 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. |
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3 | 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. |
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4 | 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. |
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Charles Wesley, 1707-88 |