Preparation for Death, 33

I know and feel it cannot be
That I the holy God should see,
Or stand before His sight,
Unless I after Him awake,
His nature here on earth partake,
And in His love delight.

But He my flesh and blood assumed,
That I, to death eternal doom'd,
His Spirit might retrieve,
The favour of my Lord regain,
Substantial holiness obtain,
And in His image live.

Come then, great God, Thyself reveal,
With ecstasies unspeakable
Thy pardoning love impart;
Thy sanctifying blood apply,
To purge my nature's deepest dye,
And purify my heart.
My heart, which then to Thee I give.
To earthly things no more shall cleave.

Or seek its rest below,
No more to vile affections yield,
But with the' indwelling Spirit fill'd.

My only Jesus know.
Soon as of Thee possess'd I am,
The leopard sinks into a lamb,
And with Thy nature bless'd,
Thy lowly, meek, unspotted mind,
Rest to my hallow'd soul I find,
The true eternal rest.
Then, then, mature for my reward,
Fit to behold my glorious Lord
With all Thy white-robed choir,
(My faith and holiness fill'd up,)
I reach the sacred mountain's top,
And in Thy sight expire.