1  Jesus, my life, Thyself apply;

       Thy Holy Spirit breathe;

    My vile affections crucify;

       Conform me to Thy death.

 2  Conqu'ror of hell and earth and sin,

       Still with the rebel strive;

    Enter my soul and work within,

       And kill and make alive.

 3  More of Thy life, and more I have,

       As the old Adam dies;

    Bury me, Savior, in Thy grave,

       That I with Thee may rise.

 4  Reign in me, Lord; Thy foes control,

       Who would not own Thy sway;

    Diffuse Thine image through my soul;

       Shine to the perfect day.

 5  Scatter the last remains of sin,

       And seal me Thine abode;

    O make me glorious all within,

       A temple built by God!