More Christlike

How blessed, how glorious, how joyful to feel The love everlasting, of sonship a seal, The love that is perfect, the love that is pure, That we may with patience all things well endure.

I want to feel humble, more simple, more mild, More like my blest Master and more like a child; More trustful, more thankful, more lovely in mind, More watchful, more prayerful, more loving and kind.

I want the pure wisdom that comes from above, That warns those in danger with tenderest love; I want the sweet spirit of Jesus, my Lord, And perfect accordance with his blessed Word.

I want to touch lightly the things of this earth, Esteeming them only of trifling worth; From sin and its bondage I would be set free, And live, my dear Saviour, live only for thee.