Let my soul, in full exemption,
Wake up in thy likeness now;
Thou art made to me redemption,
My sanctification Thou.
What though all through life in good works I had striven,
For thy sake alone my reward should be given:
Oh! let me all perishing pleasures forego,
And thy life, O Jesus! alone let me know.
Where should else my hopes be centred?
Grace o’erwhelms me with its flood;