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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.
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.
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.
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.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88