JESUS, Thine all-victorious love
   Shed in my soul abroad;
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
    Rooted and fixed in God.
2  O that in me the sacred fire
    Might now begin to glow,
Burn up the dross of base desire
    And make the mountains flow!
3  O that it now from Heaven might fall,
    And all my sins consume!
Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call;
    Spirit of burning, come!
4  Refining fire, go through my heart,
    Illuminate my soul;
Scatter Thy life through every part,
    And sanctify the whole.
5  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, 1707-88