OK, OK. I’m no poet. But I couldn’t resist having a go at Dave Congdon’s competition. As the first verse sggests, I’ve borrowed from Wesleyan hymnody very heavily, and pretty much plagiarized the last verse. Charles Wesley in’t likely to sue me. (I suspect that this is another post I’m going to regret. :))
Make of me no Barthian
I’d rather be a Wesleyan.
Not for me the Church Dogmatics
Theology should be in lyrics.
Grant to me a thousand tongues
That I may sing thy praise.
Fill me with thy love divine
And so perfection gain.
Empty me of feeble self
And free me from all sin.
Let my spirit cling to thee
And Christ be all in all to me.
O God, who moved the world to save,
Give me a trumpet voice
Speak through me, that all may know
And heav’n anticipate below!
“Come sinners to the gospel feast”
Will be my constant cry
“Come in, this moment, at his call
And live for him, who died for all”.