He wills that I should ho­ly be;
That ho­li­ness I long to feel;
That full di­vine con­for­mi­ty,
To all my Sav­ior’s right­eous will.

See, Lord, the tra­vail of Thy soul
Accomplished in the change of mine,
And plunge me, ev­ery whit made whole,
In all the depths of love di­vine.