More like Je­sus would I be,
Let my Sav­ior dwell with me;
Fill my soul with peace and love—
Make me gen­tle as a dove;
More like Je­sus, while I go,
Pil­grim in this world be­low;
Poor in spi­rit would I be;
Let my Sav­ior dwell in me.

If He hears the ra­ven’s cry,
If His ev­er watch­ful eye
Marks the spar­rows when they fall,
Surely He will hear my call:
He will teach me how to live,
All my sin­ful thoughts for­give;
Pure in heart I still would be—
Let my Sav­ior dwell in me.

More like Je­sus when I pray,
More like Je­sus day by day,
May I rest me by His side,
Where the tran­quil wa­ters glide.
Born of Him through grace re­newed,
By His love my will sub­dued,
Rich in faith I still would be—
Let my Sav­ior dwell in me.