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From John Wesley, A Plain Account of Christian Perfection. Chapter 7.

In the beginning of the year 1738, as I was returning from [Savannah], the cry of my heart was,

O grant that nothing in my soul

May dwell, but Thy pure love alone!

O may Thy love possess me whole,

My joy, my treasure, and my crown.

Strange fires far from my heart remove—

My every act, word, thought, be love!

I never heard that anyone objected to this. And, indeed, who can object? Is not this the language, not only of every believer, but of everyone that is truly awakened? But what have I wrote, to this day, which is either stronger or plainer?