Without holiness no one will see the Lord.
Hebrews 12:14
Words: Philip P. Bliss, Sunshine for Sunday Schools (Cincinnati, Ohio & Chicago, Illinois: John Church & George F. Root and Sons, 1873), number 15.
Music: Calvat Philip P. Bliss, Sunshine for Sunday Schools, 1873 (🔊 pdf nwc).
This hymn, perhaps one of the most beautiful of all his compositions, was written by Mr. Bliss, 1873, after he had given up his musical convention work entirely and entered fully upon his lifework for the Master. It seems that it was only after he had given up everything and committed himself and all his gifts to the Lord’s service, that he was enabled to write such a hymn as this.
Bliss called the hymn My Prayer, but thousands in every Christian land have made it their prayer as well, and it will continue to voice a heartfelt want of millions in years to come.
The hymn was a special favorite with Mr. Moody, and was often quoted by him as a hymn that would live in the church of God, while the children of God continue to call upon his name in prayer.
Mr. Bliss was at the time of his death a member of the First Congregational Church of Chicago. The pastor, the Rev. Dr. E. P. Goodwin, in an address on the death of Mr. and Mrs. Bliss, referred to the singing of this hymn as follows:
On one of the last occasions when he was with us, on a flying visit to our city, made during his work as an evangelist, he came in late one evening and sat at the rear of the church. Espying him, I called him forward to sing the hymn, ‘My Prayer.’ He struck the keys on the piano, stooped forward, and reading the words in the latter part of the first verse,More joy in his service,saidI do not think I can sing that as a prayer any more; it seems to me that I have as much joy in serving the blessed Master as it is possible for me to bear.Sankey, pp. 331–32
More holiness give me, more strivings within.
More patience in suffering, more sorrow for sin.
More faith in my Savior, more sense of His care.
More joy in His service, more purpose in prayer.
More gratitude give me, more trust in the Lord.
More zeal for His glory, more hope in His Word.
More tears for His sorrows, more pain at His grief.
More meekness in trial, more praise for relief.
More purity give me, more strength to o’ercome,
More freedom from earth-stains, more longings for home.
More fit for the kingdom, more useful I’d be,
More blessèd and holy, more, Savior, like Thee.