I would know thee, O my Saviour,

     With a faith sublime and true;

I would copy thee, my Master,

     In each little thing I do;

Growing daily in thy likeness

     Till my life shall touch thine own,

And a tender, Christlike living

     Prove me truly thine alone.

I would rise by daily trials,

     Putting self beneath my feet,

Gladly bearing every burden

     That thy grace shall see is meet.

I would leave behind the old things,

     Pressing on to those more true,

Till I reach at last the measure

     Of thy fullness fresh and new.

Keep me near thee, O my Master,

     Hold me with thy loving hand,

Where thou leadest I would follow,

     Where thou place me gladly stand.

But my human heart grows weary,

     And my eyes too dim to see,

Hold me closely, O my Saviour,

     Bring me when thou wilt to thee.