Jesus, my life, Thyself apply;

Jesus, my life, Thyself apply; Thy Holy Spirit breathe; My vile affections crucify; Conform me to Thy death.

Conqu'ror of hell and earth and sin, Still with the rebel strive; Enter my soul and work within, And kill and make alive.

More of Thy life, and more I have, As the old Adam dies; Bury me, Savior, in Thy grave, That I with Thee may rise.

Reign in me, Lord; Thy foes control, Who would not own Thy sway; Diffuse Thine image through my soul; Shine to the perfect day.

Scatter the last remains of sin, And seal me Thine abode; O make me glorious all within, A temple built by God!