Saviour, the world's and mine, <br />Was ever grief like thine! <br />Thou my pain, my curse hast took, <br />All my sins were laid on thee; <br />Help me, Lord; to thee I look, <br />Draw me, Saviour, after thee. <br /> <br />'Tis done! my God hath died; <br />My Love is crucified! <br />Break, this stony heart of mine; <br />Pour, mine eyes, a ceaseless flood; <br />Feel, my soul, the pangs divine; <br />Catch, my heart, the issuing blood! <br /> <br />When, O my God, shall I <br />For thee submit to die? <br />How the mighty debt repay? <br />Rival of thy passion prove? <br />Lead me in thyself, the Way; <br />Melt my hardness into love. <br /> <br />To love is all my wish, <br />I only live for this; <br />Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire, <br />There by faith for ever dwell; <br />This I always will require, <br />Thee, and only thee, to feel. <br /> <br />Thy power I pant to prove, <br />Rooted and fixed in love; <br />Strengthened by thy Spirit's might, <br />Wise to fathom things divine, <br />What the length, and breadth, and height, <br />What the depth of love like thine. <br /> <br />Ah! give me this to know, <br />With all thy saints below; <br />Swells my soul to compass thee, <br />Gasps in thee to live and move; <br />Filled with all the Deity, <br />All immersed and lost in love!<br /><br />Charles Wesley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-xxvii-saviour-the-world-s-and-mine-2/
