By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 HE wills that I should holy be,
      That holiness I long to feel;
      That full divine conformity
      To all my Saviour's righteous will.

      2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul
      Accomplished in the change of mine,
      And plunge me, every whit made whole,
      In all the depths of love divine.

      3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed,
      And waits to prove thine utmost will;
      The promise, by thy mercy made,
      Thou canst, thou wilt, in me fulfil.

      4 No more I stagger at thy power,
      Or doubt thy truth, which cannot move:
      Hasten the long-expected hour,
      And bless me with thy perfect love.

      5 Jesus, thy loving Spirit alone
      Can lead me forth, and make me free,
      Burst every bond through which I groan,
      And set my heart at liberty:

      6 Now let thy Spirit bring me in,
      And give thy servant to possess
      The land of rest from inbred sin,
      The land of perfect holiness.

      7 Lord, I believe thy power the same,
      The same thy truth and grace endure;
      And in thy blessed hands I am,
      And trust thee for a perfect cure.

      8 Come, Saviour, come, and make me whole!
      Entirely all my sins remove;
      To perfect health restore my soul,
      To perfect holiness and love.