Savior, I Know Thy Gracious Will

Savior

I know Thy gra­cious will

Thou wait­est for ad­mit­tance still;

Thy knock

Thy mer­cy’s voice I hear

And op­en wide my heart sin­cere;

I use the pow­er my Lord doth give

And glad­ly now Thy­self re­ceive.

Enter with all Thy full­ness in

And cast out this in­trud­er

sin;

Challenge Thy dear bought pro­per­ty

And pleased with what Thou bring’st to me

The good which comes from Thee alone

Vouchsafe to ban­quet on Thine own.

Nothing have I to of­fer Thee

But wretch­ed­ness and po­ver­ty:

O wouldst Thou in Thy serv­ant find

The low­ly

meek and pa­tient mind;

Dispread Thine im­age o’er my breast

And on Thy own per­fect­ion feast.

Then should I with my Sav­ior sup

To the third heav­en at last caught up

Obtain the bliss be­gun be­low

The bliss I now would die to know;

Sit down

O King of saints

with Thee

And feast to all eter­ni­ty.