1 Maker, Saviour of mankind,
Who hast on me bestow'd
An immortal soul, design'd
To be the house of God:
Come, and now reside in me,
Never, never to remove,
Make me just, and good, like thee,
And full of pow'r and love.

2 Bid me in thy image rise,
A saint, a creature new;
True, and merciful, and wise,
And pure, and happy too.
This thy primitive design,
That I should in thee be blest;
Should within the arms divine
For ever, ever rest.

3 Let thy will on me be done;
Fulfil my heart's desire,
Thee to know and love alone,
And rise in raptures higher:
Thee descending on a cloud,
When with ravish'd eyes I see;
Then I shall be fill'd with God
To all eternity!