Whom he did foreknow, He also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren.
Romans 8:29
Words: Arthur S. Phelps, in the Christian Secretary, April 8, 1885.
Music: Bethany (Mason) Lowell Mason, 1856 (🔊 pdf nwc).
Alternate Tune:
If you know where to get a good photo of Phelps (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Help me, my Lord, to grow
More like to Thee,
Thy wondrous love to know,
Thy face to see.
Lord, fill my soul with light,
Dispel the gloom of night,
And make me through Thy might
More like to Thee.
Though rough the road may be,
Jagged and steep,
Lord, though I may not run,
Upward I’ll creep.
When nightly shadows fall,
When doubts and fears appall,
Then may I rise from all,
More like to Thee.
Or if my footsteps sink
In doubt’s dark wave,
May I like Peter cry,
Lord Jesus, save!
So by my faith to prove
Thine all redeeming love;
Oh, make me, heavenly Dove,
More like to Thee.
And when from Pisgah’s height
Canaan I view;
When faith shall change to sight,
Old things to new;
Then in a nobler song,
Through all the ages long,
I’ll stand amid the throng,
Made like to Thee.