Jesus, My Savior, Let Me Be

Jesus

my Sav­ior

let me be

More per­fect­ly con­formed to Thee;

Implant each grace

each sin de­throne

And form my tem­per like Thine own.

My foe

when hun­gry

let me feed

Share in his grief

sup­ply his need;

The haugh­ty frown may I not fear

But with a low­ly meek­ness bear.

Let the en­ven­omed heart and tongue

The hand out­stretched to do me wrong

Excite no feel­ing in my breast

But such as Je­sus once ex­pressed.

To others let me al­ways give

What I from oth­ers would re­ceive;

Good deeds for ev­il ones re­turn

Nor when pro­voked

with an­ger burn.

This will pro­claim how bright ad fair

The pre­cepts of the Gos­pel are!

And God Him­self

the God of love

His own re­semb­lance will app­rove.