Lord, I Would Dwell With Thee

Verse 1

Lord, I would dwell in peace On your most holy hill; Oh, shed your grace abroad in me To mold me to your will.

Verse 2

Your gate of pearl stands wide For those who walk upright, But those who basely turn aside You banish from your sight.

Verse 3

Oh, tame my tongue to peace And tune my heart to love; From all reproaches may I cease, Made harmless as a dove.

Verse 4

The vile, though proudly great, No flatt’rer find in me; I count your saints of poor estate Far nobler company.

Verse 5

Faithful, but meekly kind, Gentle, yet boldly true, I would possess the perfect mind, Which in my Lord I view.

Verse 6

But Lord, these graces all Your Spirit’s work must be; To you, through Jesu’s blood I call; Create them all in me.