St. James' shell at a well of the Way, Saint-Guilhem-le-Désert
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
My bottle of salvation,
My gowns of glory, hope's true gage;
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage...
And this is my eternal plea,
To him that made Heaven, Earth and Sea,
Seeing my flesh must die so soon...
Then I am ready like a palmer fit,
To tread those blessed paths which before I writ.
Charles Wesley: Methodist leader and writer of many beloved hymns
Forth in my name, O Lord, I go,
My daily labour to pursue;
Thee, only thee, resolved to know,
In all I think, or speak or do.
The task thy wisdom has assigned
O let me cheerfully fulfil;
In all my works thy presence find,
And prove thy good and perfect will.
Thee may I set at my right hand,
Whose eyes my inmost substance see,
And labour on at thy command,
And offer all my works to thee.
Give me to bear thy easy yoke,
And every moment watch and pray,
And still to things eternal look,
And hasten to thy glorious day;
For thee delightfully employ
Whate'er thy bounteous grace hath given,
And run my course with even joy,
And closely walk with thee to heaven.
