The Pilgrims Wants by Abigail Miller Lyrics

I want a sweet sense of Thy pardoning love
That my manifold sins are forgiv’n
That Christ as my Advocate pleadeth above
That my name is recorded in Heav’n
I want every moment to feel
That Thy Spirit resides in my heart
That His power is present to cleanse and to heal
And newness of life to impart

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I want — oh! I want to attain
Some likeness my Savior to Thee!
That longed for resemblance once more to regain
Thy comeliness put upon me

I want Thine own hand to unbind
Each tie to terrestrial things
Too tenderly cherished, too closely entwined
Where my heart so tenaciously clings
I want by my aspect serene
My actions and words, to declare
That my treasure is placed in a country unseen
That my heart’s best affections are there
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I want as a trav’ler to haste
Straight onward, nor pause on my way;
Nor forethought in anxious contrivance to waste
On the tent only pitched for a day
I want–and this sums up my prayer–
To glorify Thee till I die
Then calmly to yield up my soul to Thy care
And breathe out in faith my last sigh

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