1  I want that adorning divine,

       Thou only, my Lord, canst bestow;

    I want in those beautiful garments to shine,

       Which mark out Thy beauty below.

 2  I want every moment to feel

       Thy Spirit indwelling my heart,

    His pow'r ever present to cleanse and to heal,

       And newness of life to impart.

 3  I want, oh, I want to attain

       Some likeness, my Savior, to Thee;

    That longed-for resemblance once more to regain;

       Thy comeliness put upon me.

 4  I want to be marked for Thine own,

       Thy seal on my forehead to wear;

    And have that new name on the mystic white stone,

       Which none but Thyself can declare.

 5  I want, and this sums up my prayer,

       To glorify Thee till I die;

    Then calmly to yield up my soul to Thy care,

       And breathe out in faith my last sigh!