O God, mine inmost soul convert,
by Charles Wesley (1707–1788)
Representative text
As printed in The Church Hymnal (1941), no. 384 — the newest hymnal carrying it.
Verse 1
O God, mine inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weigh, And save me ere it be too late; Wake me to righteousness.
Verse 2
Before me place in dread array The pomp of that tremendous day When Thou with clouds shalt come To judge the nations at Thy bar; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, To hear Thy welcome home?
Verse 3
Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss t' ensure Thy utmost counsel to fulfill, And suffer all Thy righteousness will, And to the end endure.
Verse 4
Then, Father, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale, to live And reign with Thee above, Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full, supreme delight, And everlasting love.