MORE of Thyself, Lord Jesus,
More of Thyself for me;
More of that close communion,
Whene’er I learn of Thee.
More of Thy heart, Lord Jesus,
Teach me its depth to know;
That the love which passeth knowledge
May make my heart o’erflow.
More of Thy death, Lord Jesus,
Oh, may I daily bear
The dying of my Saviour,
And thus His sufferings share.
Gazing on Thee, Lord Jesus,
And of Thy love possessed;
So in me, through me, by me,
Thy life be manifest.
More of Thy joy, Lord Jesus,
A calm and holy joy,
Found in the “Secret Presence,”
Which nothing can destroy.
To joy in God through Jesus,
To joy in what Thou art;
To have Thy joy, O Saviour,
Fulfilled now in my heart.
Grant, Lord, as pressing onward,
This prayer Thou mad’st for me
May have a true Fulfillment,
Reflecting Thee from me.
And now with heart uplifted,
I claim the answer mine,
And hear Thy voice, Lord Jesus,
“Child, draw from Me — ‘tis Thine.”
O Lord, soon in the glory,
At home, at rest with Thee,
All prayer will then be over,
And I shall worship Thee.