|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|