Oh that in me the sacred fire

Might now begin to glow,

Burn up the dross of base desire,

And make the mountains flow!

Oh, that it now from heaven might fall

And all my sins consume

Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call,

Spirit of burning, come!

Refining fire, go through my heart,

Illuminate my soul;

Scatter thy life through every part,

And sanctify the whole.

- Charles Wesley (Hymn: My God! I Know, I Feel Thee Mine)