John & Charles Wesley · 26 of 258

The Elixir

From the same.

Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see; And what I do in any thing, To do it as for Thee!

To scorn the senses’ sway, While still to Thee I tend: In all I do, be Thou the Way; In all, be Thou the End.

A man that looks on glass, On that may fix his eye; Or unopposed may through it pass And heaven behind descry.

All may of Thee partake Nothing so small can be, But draws, when acted for Thy sake, Greatness and worth from Thee.

If done to obey Thy laws, Even servile labours shine; Hallow’d is toil, if this the cause, The meanest work divine.

The elixir this, the stone That all converts to gold: For that which God for His doth own Cannot for less be told.