By Charles Wesley

      1.
      Jesus, thine all victorious love
      shed in my heart abroad;
      then shall my feet no longer rove,
      rooted and fixed in God.

      2.
      O that in me the sacred fire
      might now begin to glow;
      burn up the dross of base desire
      and make the mountains flow!

      3.
      O that it now from heaven might fall
      and all my sins consume!
      Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call,
      Spirit of burning, come!

      4.
      Refining fire, go through my heart,
      illuminate my soul;
      scatter thy life through every part
      and sanctify the whole.