Verse 1
Jesu, what hast thou bestow’d
On such a worm as me!
What compassion hast thou shew’d
To draw me after thee!
Perfect then the work begun,
All thy goodness let me prove,
All thy will in me be done,
Till all my soul is love.

Verse 2
Not by my own righteousness,
Or works that I have wrought,
Am I saved; but by thy grace
Surpassing human thought.
Nothing have I, nothing am,
Nothing I deserve but hell:
Yet I glory in thy name,
Yet I thy mercy feel.

Verse 3
Thou a spark of hallow’d fire
To me, ev’n me hast given;
Glows for thee my whole desire,
My life, my inward heaven:
Dreams of happiness below
Never more will I pursue,
Jesus only will I know,
Whose love is ever new.

Verse 4
Thou thy[1] hand on me hast laid,
And calm’d my stormy will,
Nature’s rapid tide hast stay’d,
And bid my heart be still:
’Stablish thou my heart in peace,
Meek, and lowly may I be,
Fill with all thy gentleness
The soul that hangs on thee.

Verse 5
Oft thou visitest my breast,
But O! How short thy stay!
As the memory of a guest,
That tarrieth but a day.
Come, and all thy foes expel,
Fix in me thy constant home,
With thy Father in me dwell,
Lord Jesus, quickly come!

[1] Wesley changed “thy” to “thine” in 1745.