1 More like Jesus would I be,
Let my Saviour dwell with me;
Fill my soul with peace and love--
Make me gentle as the dove;
More like Jesus, while I go,
Pilgrim in this world below,
Poor in Spirit would I be,
Let my Saviour dwell in me.

2 If he hears the raven's cry,
If His ever-watchful eye
Marks the sparrows when they fall,
Surely He will hear my call.
He will teach me how to live,
All my sinful thoughts forgive;
Pure in heart I still would be--
Let my Saviour dwell in me.