C. Wesley

C.M.

JESUS, Thine all-victorious love

Shed in my soul abroad;

Then shall my heart no longer rove,

Rooted and fixed in God.

2

Oh, that in me the sacred fire

Might now begin to glow;

Burn up the dross of base desire,

And make the mountains flow.

3

Thou, who at Pentecost didst fall,

Do Thou 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.