Give me the faith which can re­move
And sink the mount­ain to a plain;
Give me the child­like pray­ing love,
Which longs to build Thy house again;
Thy love, let it my heart ov­er­pow­er,
And all my sim­ple soul de­vour.

I want an ev­en strong de­sire,
I want a calm­ly fer­vent zeal,
To save poor souls out of the fire,
To snatch them from the verge of hell,
And turn them to a par­don­ing God,
And quench the brands in Je­sus’ blood.

I would the pre­cious time re­deem,
And long­er live for this alone,
To spend, and to be spent for them
Who have not yet my Sav­ior known;
Fully on these my mis­sion prove,
And on­ly breathe, to breathe Thy love.

My tal­ents, gifts, and grac­es, Lord,
Into Thy bless­ed hands re­ceive;
And let me live to preach Thy Word,
And let me to Thy glo­ry live;
My ev­ery sac­red m­oment spend
In pub­lish­ing the sin­ner’s friend.

Enlarge, in­flame, and fill my heart
With bound­less cha­ri­ty di­vine,
So shall I all my strength ex­ert,
And love them with a zeal like Thine,
And lead them to Thy op­en side,
The sheep for whom the Shep­herd died.