1 Jesus bids me seek his face;
Lord, I come to seek thy grace;
Send thy Spirit from above,
Teach me to obey and love.
Unto thee I fain would go
All I want thou canst bestow.

2 Thou wilt e'en a child receive,
Thou wilt all my sins forgive:
Oh, dissolve this heart of stone,
Make me thine, and thine alone:
Sin is present with me still;
Disobedient is my will.

3 Sinful thoughts too oft prevail,
Vain desires my heart assail:
Oh, my Saviour, make me whole,
Form anew my inmost soul
Kindly guard me every day,
Be my everlasting stay.