Jesus, from whom all blessings flow, <br />Great builder of thy church below, <br />If now thy Spirit moves my breast, <br />Hear, and fulfil thine own request! <br /> <br />The few that truly call thee Lord, <br />And wait thy sanctifying word, <br />And thee their utmost Saviour own, <br />Unite, and perfect them in one. <br /> <br />O let them all thy mind express, <br />Stand forth thy chosen witnesses, <br />Thy power unto salvation show, <br />And perfect holiness below! <br /> <br />In them let all mankind behold <br />How Christians lived in days of old, <br />Mighty their envious foes to move, <br />A proverb of reproach - and love. <br /> <br />From every sinful wrinkle free, <br />Redeemed from all iniquity, <br />The fellowship of saints make known; <br />And, O my God, might I be one! <br /> <br />O might my lot be cast with these, <br />The least of Jesu's witnesses! <br />O that my Lord would count me meet <br />To wash his dear disciples' feet! <br /> <br />This only thing do I require: <br />Thou knowest 'tis all my heart's desire <br />Freely what I receive to give, <br />The servant of thy church to live; <br /> <br />After my lowly Lord to go, <br />And wait upon thy saints below; <br />Enjoy the grace to angels given, <br />And serve the royal heirs of heaven. <br /> <br />Lord, if I now thy drawings feel, <br />And ask according to thy will, <br />Confirm the prayer, the seal impart, <br />And speak the answer to my heart.<br /><br />Charles Wesley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-xvii-jesus-from-whom-all-blessings-grow-2/
