He wills that I should holy be;
That holiness I long to feel,
That full divine conformity
To all my Savior’s righteous will.
See, Lord, the travail of Thy soul
accomplished in the change of mine;
and plunge me, ev'ry whit made whole,
in all the depths of love divine.
On Thee, O God, my soul is stayed,
and waits to prove Thine utmost will;
the promise by Thy mercy made,
Thou canst, Thou wilt, in me fulfill.
No more I stagger at Thy pow'r,
or doubt Thy truth, which cannot move;
hasten the long expected hour,
and bless me with Thy perfect love.
