Jesus, my Savior, let me be

Verse 1

Jesus, my Saviour, let me be More perfectly conformed to Thee; Implant each grace, each sin dethrone, And form my temper like Thine own.

Verse 2

My foe, when hungry, let me feed, Share in his grief, supply his need; The haughty frown may I not fear, But with a lowly meekness bear.

Verse 3

Let the envenomed heart and tongue, The hand out-stretched to do me wrong, Excite no feelings in my breast But such as Jesus once expressed.

Verse 4

To others let me always give What I from others would receive; Good deeds for evil ones return, Nor, when provoked, with anger burn.

Verse 5

This will proclaim how bright and fair The precepts of the Gospel are; And God Himself, the God of love, His own resemblance will approve.