More like Jesus would I be, Let my Savior dwell in me;
Fill my soul with peace and love, make me gentle as a dove;
More like Jesus while I go, pilgrim in this world below;
Poor in spirit would I be; let my Savior dwell in me.
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 Savior dwell in me.
More like Jesus when I pray, more like Jesus day by day;
May I rest me by His side, where the tranquil waters glide;
Born of Him, through grace renewed, by His love my will subdued,
Rich in faith I still would be; let my Savior dwell in me.
(Fanny J. Crosby)