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!