My dear Redeemer, and my God,
I read my duty in Thy word;
But in Thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.
Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,
Such deference to Thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer;
The dessert Thy temptations knew--
Thy conflict, and Thy victory too.
Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Amongst the followers of the Lamb.
by Isaac Watts
