My God! I know, I feel Thee mine,
And will not quit my claim,
Till all I have is lost in Thine,
And all re­newed I am.

I hold Thee with a trem­bling hand,
But will not let Thee go,
Till stead­fast­ly by faith I stand,
And all Thy good­ness know.

When shall I see the wel­come hour,
That plants my God in me!
Spirit of health, and life, and pow­er,
And per­fect li­ber­ty!

Jesus, Thine all vic­tor­ious love
Shed in my heart abroad;
Then shall my feet no long­er rove,
Rooted and fixed in God.

Love on­ly can the con­quest win,
The strength of sin sub­due,
(My own un­con­quer­able sin)
And form my soul anew.

Love can bow down the stub­born neck,
The stone to flesh con­vert,
Soften, and melt, and pierce, and break
An ada­man­tine heart.

O that in me the sac­red fire
Might now be­gin to glow,
Burn up the dross of base d­esire,
And make the mount­ains flow!

O that it now from Heav­en might fall,
And all my sins con­sume!
Come, Ho­ly Ghost, for Thee I call,
Spirit of burn­ing, come!

Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;
Scatter Thy life through ev­ery part,
And sanc­ti­fy the whole.

No long­er then my heart shall mourn,
While, pur­ified by grace,
I on­ly for His glo­ry burn,
And al­ways see His face.

My stead­fast soul, from fall­ing free,
Shall then no long­er move;
But Christ be all the world to me,
And all my heart be love.