926
6s.
Changed from glory to glory.
2 Cor. 3:18.
I did thee wrong, my God;
I wronged thy truth and love;
I fretted at the rod—
Against thy power I strove.
2 Come nearer, nearer still;
Let not thy light depart;
Bend, break this stubborn will;
Dissolve this iron heart!
3 Less wayward let me be,
More pliable and mild;
In glad simplicity
More like a trustful child.
4 Less, less of self each day,
And more, my God, of thee;
O, keep me in the way,
However rough it be.
5 Less of the flesh each day,
Less of the world and sin;
More of thy Son, I pray,
More of thyself within.
6 More molded to thy will,
Lord, let thy servant be;
Higher and higher still,
More, and still more, like thee!
Bonar.