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 given,
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.