English poem
The ELIXIR. From the same
by John Wesley (1703–1791)
Teach me, my GOD and King, In All things Thee to see; And what I do in any Thing, To do it as for Thee!
To scorn the Senses' Sway, While still to Thee I tend: In all I do, be Thou the Way, In all be Thou the End.
A Man that looks on Glass, On That may fix his Eye; Or unoppos'd may thro' it pass, And Heav'n behind descry.
All may of Thee partake: Nothing so small can be, But draws, when acted for thy Sake, Greatness and Worth from Thee.
If done t' obey thy Laws, Ev'n Servile Labours shine; Hallow'd is Toil, if this the Cause, The meanest Work Divine.
Th' Elixir This, the Stone That All converts to Gold: For that which GOD for His doth own, Cannot for less be told.