“Jesus, Thine All-Victorious Love”


Jesus, Thine all-victorious love, love,
Shed in my heart abroad;
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fixed in God.

Refining Fire, go through all my heart, heart;
Illuminate my soul.
Scatter Thy life through every part,
And sanctify the whole.

No longer then my heart shall mourn, mourn,
While purified by Grace
I only for His glory burn
And always seek His face

My steadfast soul, from falling free,
Shall then no longer move,
When Christ is all the world to me,
And all my heart is love.

Words: Charles Wesley, 1740


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