To Crucify Each Selfish Need

To cru­cify each self­ish need

And on the heav­en­ly man­na feed

Is my de­sire;

A sea­son spent at Je­sus’ feet

For such a life to be more meet

I do as­pire.

Each id­ol cast from out my mind

A price­less jew­el to en­shrine

Within my heart;

Nor let its ra­di­ance be con­fined

But shine to light­en hu­man kind

From out the dark.

Not for­ty days

but year by year

Until my Sav­ior doth ap­pear

In gar­ments white.

To wak­en that glad East­er morn

And to the courts of Heav­en be borne

New and con­trite.