More like Thee, my precious Saviour,
As the days go fleeting by:
More like Thee I would be growing:
By thy love, Lord, keep me nigh.

In this world of sin and sorrow,
Saviour, I would shine for Thee;
But I know my light is feeble,-
Help I seek, O Lord, from Thee.

From Thy distant home in glory,
Saviour, Thou didst come for me:
Left it that Thou mightest save me,
And that I might ransomed be.

Rescued thus, my precious Saviour,-
Purchased by Thy precious blood,-
May I walk on earth a stranger,
As a son and heir of God,

F. A. G.