Saviour from sin, I wait to prove That Jesus is thy healing name; To lose, when perfected in love, Whate'er I have, or can, or am: I stay me on thy faithful word, "The servant shall be as his Lord."
Didst thou not in the flesh appear Sin to condemn, and man to save? That perfect love might cast out fear? That I thy mind in me might have In holiness show forth thy praise, And serve thee all my spotless days?
Didst thou not die that I might live No longer to myself, but thee? Might body, soul, and spirit give To him who gave himself for me? Come then, my Master, and my God, Take the dear purchase of thy blood.
Thy own peculiar servant claim, For thy own truth and mercy's sake; Hallow in me thy glorious name; Me for thine own this moment take, And change, and throughly purify; Thine only may I live and die.