Jesus, from Whom All Blessings Flow

Jesus

from whom all bless­ings flow

Great Build­er of Thy Church be­low

If now Thy Spir­it moves my breast

Hear

and ful­fill Thine own re­quest!

The few that tru­ly call Thee Lord

And wait Thy sanc­ti­fy­ing word

And Thee their ut­most Sav­ior own

Unite

and per­fect them in one.

O let them all Thy mind ex­press

Stand forth Thy chos­en wit­ness­es

Thy pow­er un­to sal­va­tion show

And per­fect ho­li­ness be­low!

In them let all man­kind be­hold

How Christ­ians lived in days of old

Mighty their en­vi­ous foes to move

A pro­verb of re­proach—and love.

From ev­ery sin­ful wrin­kle free

Redeemed from all ini­qui­ty

The fel­low­ship of saints make known;

And

O my God

might I be one!

O might my lot be cast with these

The least of Je­su’s wit­ness­es!

O that my Lord would count me meet

To wash His dear dis­ci­ples’ feet!

This on­ly thing do I re­quire:

Thou know­est ’tis all my heart’s de­sire

Freely what I re­ceive to give

The serv­ant of Thy Church to live;

After my low­ly Lord to go

And wait up­on Thy saints be­low;

Enjoy the grace to an­gels giv’n

And serve the roy­al heirs of Heav­en.

Lord

if I now Thy draw­ings feel

And ask ac­cord­ing to Thy will

Confirm the pray­er

the seal im­part

And speak the an­swer to my heart.