Charles Wesley
(1707-1788)
A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify,
A never-dying soul to save
And fit it for the sky.
To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfill—
O may it all my powers engage
To do my Master’s will!
Arm me with jealous care,
As in Thy sight to live;
And O Thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give!
Help me to watch and pray,
And on Thyself rely,
Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall forever die.
