C. Wesley

L.M.

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.

4

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.