I want a sweet sense of Thy pardoning love,
That my manifold sins are forgiven;
That Christ, as my Advocate, pleadeth above,
That my name is recorded in Heaven.
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 Saviour, to Thee!
That longed-for resemblance once more to regain,
Thy comeliness put upon me.
I want to be marked for Thine own ─
Thy seal on my forehead to wear;
To receive that new name on that mystic white stone
Which none but Thyself can declare.
I want so in Thee to abide
As to bring forth some fruit to Thy praise;
The branch which Thou prunest, though feeble and dried,
May, languish, but never decays.
I want, by my aspect serene,
My actions and words, to declare
That my treasure is placed in a country unseen,
That my heartís best affections are there.
I want as a travíller to haste
Straight onward, nor pause on my way;
Nor fore thought 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 breath out in faith my last sigh.
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