More Like Jesus

1More like Jesus would I be;
Let my Saviour 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 Saviour dwell in me.

2If 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 simple thoughts forgive;
Pure in heart I still would be;
Let my Saviour dwell in me.

3More like Jesus when I pray,
More like Jesus day by day;
May I rest me by His side,
When 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 Saviour dwell in me.