Poems/Charles Wesley

A heart, resigned, submissive, meek,
My dear Redeemer’s throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.

A humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true and clean,
Which neither death nor life can part
From Him that dwells within.

A heart in every thought renewed,
And filled with love divine;
Perfect and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.
CHARLES WESLEY.