Jesus, my life, Thyself apply;

Thy Holy Spirit breathe;

My vile affections crucify;

Conform me to Thy death.

Conqu'ror of hell and earth and sin,

Still with the rebel strive;

Enter my soul and work within,

And kill and make alive.

More of Thy life, and more I have,

As the old Adam dies;

Bury me, Savior, in Thy grave,

That I with Thee may rise.

Reign in me, Lord; Thy foes control,

Who would not own Thy sway;

Diffuse Thine image through my soul;

Shine to the perfect day.

Scatter the last remains of sin,

And seal me Thine abode;

O make me glorious all within,

A temple built by God!