O Jesus Christ, grow thou in me,
And all things else recede!
My heart be daily nearer thee,
From sin be daily freed.
Each day let Thy supporting might
My weakness still embrace;
My darkness vanish in thy light,
Thy life my death efface.
In thy bright beams which on me fall
Fade every evil thought;
That I am nothing, Thou art all,
I would be daily taught.
More of thy glory let me see,
Thou holy, wise and true,
I would thy living image be,
In joy and sorrow too.
Fill me with gladness from above,
Hold me by strength divine;
Lord, let the glow of thy great love
Through my whole being shine.
Make this poor self grow less and less;
Be Thou my life and aim;
Oh, make me daily through thy grace
More meet to bear thy name!
Let faith in Thee and in thy might
My every motive move;
Be thou alone my soul's delight,
My passion and my love.
--Henry B. Smith.