Saviour, if thy precious love <br />Could be merited by mine, <br />Faith these mountains would remove; <br />Faith would make me ever thine: <br />But when all my care and pains <br />Worth can ne'er create in me, <br />Nought by me thy fullness gains; <br />Vain the hope to purchase thee. <br /> <br />Cease, O man, thy worth to weigh, <br />Give the needless contest o'er; <br />Mine thou art! while thus I say, <br />Yield thee up, and ask no more: <br />What thy estimate may be, <br />Only can by him be told <br />Who, to ransom wretched thee, <br />Thee to gain, himself was sold. <br /> <br />But when all in me is sin, <br />How can I thy grace obtain? <br />How presume thyself to win? <br />God of love, the doubt explain: <br />Or if thou the means supply, <br />Lo to thee I all resign! <br />Make me Lord - I ask not why, <br />How I ask not, - ever thine.<br /><br />Charles Wesley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-xxiv-saviour-if-thy-precious-love-2/
