by Charles Wesley

Christ, my Life, my Only Treasure,
          Thou alone
          Mould thine own,
     After thy Good pleasure.

Thou, who paidst my Price, direct me!
          Thine I am,
          Holy Lamb,
     Save, and always save me.

Order Thou my whole Condition,
          Chuse my State,
          Fix my Fate
     By thy wise Decision.

From all Earthly Expectation
          Set me free,
          Seize for Thee
     All my Strength of Passion.

Into absolute Subjection
          Be it brought,
          Every Thought,
     Every fond Affection.

That which most my Soul requires
          For thy sake
          Hold it back
     Purge my Best Desires.

Keep from me thy loveliest Creature,
          Till I prove
          JESUS' Love
     Infinitely sweeter;

Till with purest Passion panting
          Cries my Heart
          'Where Thou art
     Nothing more is wanting.'

Blest with thine Abiding Spirit,
          Fully blest
          Now I rest,
     All in Thee inherit.

Heaven is now with Jesus given;
          Christ in me,
          Thou shalt be
     Mine Eternal Heaven.

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