Verse 1
Thou to whom all hearts are known,
Attend the cry of mine,
Hear in me thy Spirit’s groan
For purity divine:
Languishing for my remove,
I wait thine image to retrieve;
Fill me, Jesus, with thy love,
And to Thyself receive.
Verse 2
Destitute of holiness,
I am not like my Lord,
Am not ready to possess
The saints’ immense reward;
No; my God I cannot see,
Unless, before I hence depart,
Thou implant thyself in me
And make me pure in heart.
Verse 3
Partner of thy nature then,
And in thine image found,
Saviour, call me up to reign
With life immortal crown’d,
With thy glorious presence blest
In speechless extacies to gaze,
Folded in thy arms to rest,
And breathe eternal praise.