Hymns for Love, 27

When, O my Saviour, shall I find
Planted in me Thy heavenly mind?
When wilt Thou make me as Thou art.
Lowly and meek, and pure in heart?

Till with Thy mind and Spirit bless'd
I cannot enter into rest.
Rest to my soul I cannot know.
Till fashion'd like my Lord below.

Thou Man of grief. Thou Man of love,
This wrath, desire, and pride, remove,
Inserted in the " Arminian Magazine" for 1784, p. 452.
My nature by Thy own expel
And in my soul for ever dwell.
Thou know'st for this alone I live,
Thy spotless image to retrieve,
With peace and wisdom from above.
With gentle, chaste, and humble love.
O Love, essentially Divine,
I nothing want when Thou art mine:
Substantial holiness Thou art.
And God inhabiting the heart.
Come then, to vindicate Thine own,
And fix in me Thy favourite throne;
Thyself my own salvation be,
My heaven through all eternity.