John & Charles Wesley · 82 of 258

Subjection to Christ

From the German.

Jesu, to Thee my heart I bow; Strange flames far from my soul remove; Fairest among ten thousand Thou, Be Thou my Lord, my Life, my Love.

All heaven Thou fill’st with pure desire; O, shine upon my frozen breast; With sacred warmth my heart inspire; May I too Thy hid sweetness taste.

O see Thy garments roll’d in blood, Thy streaming head, Thy hands, Thy side: All hail, Thou suffering, conquering God! Now man shall live; for God hath died.

O, kill in me this rebel Sin, And triumph o’er my willing breast: Restore Thy image, Lord, therein, And lead me to my Father’s rest.

Ye earthly loves, be far away! Saviour, be Thou my love alone; No more may mine usurp the sway, But in me Thy great will be done!

Yea, Thou true Witness, spotless Lamb, All things for Thee I count but loss; My sole desire, my constant aim, My only glory be Thy Cross.