1 He wills that I should holy be;
That holiness I long to feel,
That full divine conformity
To all my Saviour’s righteous will.
2 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed,
And waits to prove thine utmost will;
The promise, by thy mercy made,
Thou canst, thou wilt in me fulfil.
3 Thy loving Spirit, Christ, alone
Can lead me forth and make me free,
Burst every bond through which I groan
And set my heart at liberty.
4 Now let thy Spirit bring me in,
And give thy servant to possess
The land of rest from inbred sin,
The land of perfect holiness.
5 Lord, I believe thy power the same,
The same thy grace and truth endure;
And in thy blessèd hands I am,
And trust thee for a perfect cure.
6 Come, Saviour, come and make me whole,
Entirely all my sins remove;
To perfect health restore my soul,
To perfect holiness and love.
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First Line: | He wills that I should holy be |
Author: | Charles Wesley (1707-88) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The life of holiness: Challenge |