My dear Re­deem­er and my Lord,
I read my du­ty in Thy Word;
But in Thy life the law ap­pears,
Drawn out in liv­ing char­ac­ters.

Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,
Such de­fer­ence to Thy Fa­ther’s will,
Such love and meek­ness so di­vine,
I would tran­scribe and make them mine.

Cold mount­ains and the mid­night air
Witnessed the fer­vor of Thy pray­er:
The des­ert Thy temp­ta­tions knew,
Thy con­flict, and Thy vic­to­ry, too.

Be Thou my pat­tern; make me bear
More of Thy gra­cious im­age here;
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Amongst the fol­low­ers of the Lamb.