1 My God! I know, I feel thee mine,
And will not quit my claim,
Till all I have is lost in thine,
And all renew'd I am.
2 I hold thee with a trembling hand,
But will not let thee go,
Till steadfastly by faith I stand,
And all thy goodness know.
3 Jesu, thine all-victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad!
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fix'd in God.
4 O that in me the sacred fire
Might now begin to glow!
Burn up the dross of base desire,
And make the mountains flow!
5 O that it now from heav'n might fall,
And all my sins consume:
Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call,
Spirit of burning, come.
6 Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;
Scatter thy life through ev'ry part,
And sanctify the whole.
7 Sorrow and sin shall then expire,
While enter'd into rest,
I only live my God t' admire,
My God for ever blest.
8 My stedfast soul, from falling free,
Shall then no longer move;
But Christ be all the world to me,
And all my heart be love.
Source: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious: collected from various authors #CIV
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