I WANT a principle within
   Of jealous, godly fear;
A sensibility of sin,
    A pain to feel it near.
2  I want the first approach to feel
    Of pride, or fond desire;
To catch the wandering of my will,
    And quench the kindling fire.
3  That I from Thee no more may part,
    No more Thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the feeling heart,
    The tender conscience, give.
4  Quick as the glancing of an eye,
    O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,
    And keep it still awake.
5  If to the right or left I stray,
    That moment, Lord, reprove;
And let me weep that hour away,
    For having grieved Thy love.
6  O may the least omission pain
    My well-instructed soul;
And drive me to the blood again,
    Which makes the wounded whole!
Charles Wesley, 1707-88