Scripture Verse

If anyone says to this mountain, Go, throw yourself into the sea, and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him. Mark 11:23

Introduction

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Henry Carey (1687–1743)

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems 1749, num­ber 186.

Music: Car­ey’s Sur­rey Hen­ry Car­ey, 1723. Har­mo­ny from The Eng­lish Hym­nal (Lon­don: Ox­ford Uni­ver­si­ty Press, 1906), num­ber 491 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

Lyrics

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.

Wesley’s orig­in­al stan­zas:

O that I was as heretofore
When first sent forth in Je­sus’ name.
I rushed thro’ every open door,
And cried to all, Behold the Lamb!
Seized the poor trembling slaves of sin,
And forced the outcasts to come in.

The God who kills, and makes alive,
To me the quickening power impart,
Thy grace restore, Thy work revive,
Retouch my lips, renew my heart,
Forth with a fresh commission send,
And all Thy servant’s steps attend.