I want that adorning divine,

I want that adorning divine, Thou only, my Lord, canst bestow; I want in those beautiful garments to shine, Which mark out Thy beauty below.

I want every moment to feel Thy Spirit indwelling my heart, His pow'r ever 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 to be marked for Thine own, Thy seal on my forehead to wear; And have that new name on the mystic white stone, Which none but Thyself can declare.

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!