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!