C. Wesley
OH! might my lot be cast with these,
The least of Jesus’ witnesses;
Oh that my Lord would count me meet,
To wash His dear disciples’ feet!
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This only thing do I require:
Thou know’st ’tis all my heart’s desire,
Freely what I receive to give,
The servant of Thy Church to live:
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After my lowly Lord to go,
And wait upon Thy saints below;
Enjoy the grace to angels given,
And serve the royal heirs of heaven.
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Lord, if I now Thy drawings feel,
And ask according to Thy will,
Confirm the prayer, the seal impart,
And speak the answer to my heart.
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Tell me, or Thou shalt never go,
Thy prayer is heard; it shall be so:
The word hath passed Thy lips, and I
Shall with Thy people live and die.