1JESUS from whom all blessings flow,
Great builder of thy church below,
If now thy Spirit moves my breast,
Hear, and fulful thine own request!
2The few that truly call thee Lord,
And wait thy sancitfying word,
And thee their utmost Saviour own,
Unite, and perfect them in one.
3O let them all thy minds express,
Stand forth thy chosen witnesses:
Thy power unto salvation show,
And perfect holiness below.
4In them let all mankind behold
How christians lived in days of old;
Mighty their envious foes to move,
A proverb of reproach--and love.
5Call them into thy wonderous light,
Worthy to walk with Thee in white!
Make up thy jewels, Lord, and show
The glorious, spotless church below!
6From every sinful wrinkle free,
Redeemed from all iniquity,
The fellowship of saints make known!
And oh! my God, might I be one!
7O might my lot be cast with these;
The least of Jesu's witnesses!
O that my Lord would count me meet
To wash his dear disciples feet!
8This only thing do I require:
Thou knowest 'tis all my heart's desire;
Freely what I receive to give,
The servant of thy church to live.
9After my lowly Lord to go,
And wait upon thy saints below,
Enjoy the grace to angels given,
And serve the royal heirs of heaven.
10Lord, 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.
11Tell me, or thou shalt never go,
"Thy prayer is heard; it shall be so,"
The word hath passed thy lips, and I
Shalt with thy people live and die.