I want a sweet sense of Thy pardoning love, That my manifold sins are forgiv’n. That Christ as my Advocate pleadeth above, That my name is recorded in Heav’n.

I want every moment to feel That Thy Spirit resides in my heart, That His power is present to cleanse and to heal, And newness of life to impart.

I want — oh! I want to attain Some likeness my Savior to Thee! That longed for resemblance once more to regain, Thy comeliness put upon me.

I want Thine own hand to unbind Each tie to terrestrial things, Too tenderly cherished, too closely entwined, Where my heart so tenaciously clings.

I want by my aspect serene, My actions and words, to declare That my treasure is placed in a country unseen, That my heart’s best affections are there.

I want — oh! I want to attain Some likeness my Savior to Thee! That longed for resemblance once more to regain, Thy comeliness put upon me.

I want as a trav’ler to haste Straight onward, nor pause on my way; Nor forethought in anxious contrivance to waste On the tent only pitched for a day.

I want–and this sums up my prayer– To glorify Thee till I die, Then calmly to yield up my soul to Thy care, And breathe out in faith my last sigh.

I want — oh! I want to attain Some likeness my Savior to Thee! That longed for resemblance once more to regain, Thy comeliness put upon me.