He that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by His Spirit that dwelleth in you.@Romans 8:11

Charles Wesley. See notes below on publication instances.

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Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

This text is from Charles Wesley’s Hymns and Sacred Poems (Bristol, England: Felix Farley, 1742), pages 199-200.

Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening fire,
Come, and my hallowed heart inspire,
Sprinkled with the atoning blood:
Now to my soul Thyself reveal;
Thy mighty working let me feel,
And know that I am born of God.

Thy witness to my spirit bear,
That God, my God, inhabits there;
Thou, with the Father and the Son,
Eternal Light’s coeval beam,
Be Christ in me, and I in Him,
’Till perfect we are made in One.

When wilt Thou my whole heart subdue?
Come, Lord, and form my soul anew,
Emptied of pride, and self, and hell:
Less than the least of all Thy store
Of mercies, I myself abhor:
All, all my vileness may feel.

Humble, and teachable, and mild,
O may I, as a little child,
My lowly Master’s steps pursue;
Be anger to my soul unknown;
Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone!
In love create Thou all things new.

Let earth no more my heart divide,
With Christ may I be crucified,
To Thee with my whole soul aspire;
Dead to the world, and all its toys,
Its idle pomp, and fading joys,
Be Thou alone my one desire.

Be Thou my joy, be Thou my dread,
In battle cover Thou my head,
Nor earth, nor hell so shall I fear:
So shall I turn my steady face;
Want, pain defy, enjoy disgrace,
Glory in dissolution near.

My will be swallowed up in Thee;
Light in Thy light still may I see,
Beholding Thee with open face:
Called the full power of faith to prove,
Let all my hallowed heart be love,
And all my sinless life be praise.

Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening fire,
Come, and my hallowed heart inspire,
Sprinkled with the atoning blood:
Now to my soul Thyself reveal;
Thy mighty working let me feel,
And know that I am born of God.

The following text has little in common with the earlier version above, except the opening line.
It appeared A Collection of Hymns, for the Use of the People Called Methodists, by John Wesley (London: John Mason, 1779), number 374.

Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening fire,
Come, and in my delight to rest;
Drawn by the lure of strong desire,
O come and consecrate my breast!
The temple of my soul prepare,
And fix Thy sacred presence there!

If now Thy influence I feel,
If now in Thee begin to live,
Still to my heart Thyself reveal,
Give me Thyself, for ever give:
A point my good, a drop my store,
Eager I ask, I pant for more.

Eager for Thee I ask and pant;
So strong the principle divine,
Carries me out with sweet constraint,
Till all my hallowed soul is Thine:
Plunged in the Godhead’s deepest sea,
And lost in Thine immensity.

My peace, my life, my comfort Thou,
My treasure and my all Thou art!
True witness of my sonship, now
Engraving pardon on my heart,
Seal of my sin in Christ forgiven,
Earnest of love, and pledge of Heav’n.

Come, then, my God, mark out Thine heir;
Of Heav’n a larger earnest give!
With clearer light Thy witness bear;
More sensibly within me live;
Let all my powers Thine entrance feel,
And deeper stamp Thyself the seal!