No longer from thy creature stay,
My author and my end.

The bliss thou hast for me prepared,
No longer be delay’d:

Come, my exceeding great reward,
For whom I first was made.

Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
And seal me thine abode!

Let all I am in thee be lost:
Let all be lost in God.

— John Wesley

It’s about hunger. It’s about thirst. And we need it again.