Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Desire for Holiness

Desire for Holiness.

Oh, could I find from day to day
 A nearness to my God,
Then would my hours glide sweet away,
 While leaning on His word.

Lord, I desire with Thee to live
 Anew from day to day,
In joys the world can never give,
 Nor ever take away.

Blest Jesus, come, and rule my heart,
 And make me wholly Thine,
That I may never mote depart,
 Nor grieve Thy love divine.

Thus, till my last expiring breath,
 Thy goodness I'll adore;
And when my frame dissolves in death,
 My soul shall love Thee more.