I did thee wrong, my God;

I wronged thy truth and love;

I fretted at the rod—

Against thy power I strove.

2 Come nearer, nearer still;

Let not thy light depart;

Bend, break this stubborn will;

Dissolve this iron heart!

3 Less wayward let me be,

More pliable and mild;

In glad simplicity

More like a trustful child.

4 Less, less of self each day,

And more, my God, of thee;

O, keep me in the way,

However rough it be.

5 Less of the flesh each day,

Less of the world and sin;

More of thy Son, I pray,

More of thyself within.

6 More molded to thy will,

Lord, let thy servant be;

Higher and higher still,

More, and still more, like thee!