1MAKER, Saviour of mankind,
Who hast on me bestowed
An immortal soul designed
To be the house of God:
Come, and now reside in me,
Never, never to remove,
Make me just, and good, like thee,
And full of power and love!
2Bid me in thy image rise,
A saint, a creature new:
True, and merciful, and wise,
And pure and happy too.
This is thy primitive design,
That I should in thee be blest:
Should within the arms divine
For ever, ever rest.
3Let thy will on me be done;
Fulfil my heart's desire,
Thee to know and love alone;
And rise in raptures higher,
Thee descending in a cloud,
When with ravished eyes I see;
Then I shall be filled with God
To all eternity!