Revelation 3:12: Saviour, on me the grace bestow

Saviour, on me the grace bestow
To trample on my mortal foe,
Conqueror of death with Thee to rise,
And claim my station in the skies,
Fix'd as the throne which ne'er can move,
A pillar in Thy church above.

As beautiful, as useful there,
May I that weight of glory bear,
With all who finally o'ercome,
Supporters of the heavenly dome,
Of perfect holiness possest,
For ever in Thy presence blest.

Write upon me the Name Divine,
And let Thy Father's nature shine,
His image visibly exprest,
His glory pouring from my breast
O'er all my bright humanity,
Transform'd into the God I srr,

Inscribing with the city's name
The heavenly new Jerusalem,