Help Me, My Lord, to Grow

Help me

my Lord

to grow

More like to Thee

Thy won­drous love to know

Thy face to see.

Lord

fill my soul with light

Dispel the gloom of night

And make me through Thy might

More like to Thee.

Though rough the road may be

Jagged and steep

Lord

though I may not run

Upward I’ll creep.

When night­ly sha­dows fall

When doubts and fears ap­pall

Then may I rise from all

More like to Thee.

Or if my foot­steps sink

In doubt’s dark wave

May I like Pe­ter cry

Lord Je­sus

save!

So by my faith to prove

Thine all re­deem­ing love;

Oh

make me

heav­en­ly Dove

More like to Thee.

And when from Pis­gah’s height

Canaan I view;

When faith shall change to sight

Old things to new;

Then in a nob­ler song

Through all the ag­es long

I’ll stand amid the throng

Made like to Thee.