Give me the faith which can remove And sink the mountain to a plain; Give me the childlike praying love, Which longs to build Thy house again; Thy love, let it my heart o’erpow’r, And all my simple soul devour.
I want an even strong desire, I want a calmly fervent zeal, To save poor souls out of the fire, To snatch them from the verge of hell, And turn them to a pard’ning God, And quench the brands in Jesus’ blood.
I would the precious time redeem, And longer live for this alone: To spend and to be spent for them Who have not yet my Savior known; Fully on these my mission prove, And only breathe, to breathe Thy love.
My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord, Into Thy blessed hands receive; And let me live to preach Thy Word, And let me to Thy glory live; My every sacred moment spend In publishing the sinner’s Friend.
Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart With boundless charity divine, So shall I all my strength exert, And love them with a zeal like Thine, And lead them to Thy open side, The sheep for whom the Shepherd died.
Sources:
The Cyber Hymnal (http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/g/m/e/gmetfwcr.htm)
