Thy Holy Spirit breathe;
My vile affections crucify;
Conform me to Thy death.
Still with the rebel strive;
Enter my soul and work within,
And kill and make alive.
As the old Adam dies;
Bury me, Savior, in Thy grave,
That I with Thee may rise.
Who would not own Thy sway;
Diffuse Thine image through my soul;
Shine to the perfect day.
And seal me Thine abode;
O make me glorious all within,
A temple built by God!
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