1 Jesus, from whom all blessings flow,
Great builder of thy church below,
If now thy Spirit moves my breast,
Hear and fulfil thine own request.

2 The few that truly call thee Lord,
And wait thy sanctifying word,
And thee their utmost Saviour own,
Unite, and perfect them in one.

3 O let them all thy mind express,
Stand forth thy chosen witnesses;
Thy pow'r unto salvation show,
And perfect holiness below.

4 In them let all mankind behold
How christians liv'd in days of old;
Mighty their envious foes to move,
A proverb of reproach — and love.

5 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!

6 This only thing do I require:
Thou know'st ’tis all my heart’s desire;
Freely what I receive to give,
The servant of thy church to live.

7 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 heav'n.

8 Lord, if I now thy drawings feel,
And ask according to thy will;
Confirm the pray'r, the seal impart,
And speak the answer to my heart.

9 Tell me, or thou shalt never go,
"Thy prayer is heard; it shall be so."
The word hath pass'd thy lips, and I,
Shall with thy people live and die.