I want that adorning divine

I want that adorning divine,
  Thou only, my Lord, canst bestow;
I want in those beautiful garments to shine,
  Which mark out Thy beauty below.

I want every moment to feel
  Thy Spirit indwelling my heart,
His pow’r ever present to cleanse and to heal,
  And newness of life to impart.

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 to be marked for Thine own,
  Thy seal on my forehead to wear;
And have that new name on the mystic white stone,
  Which none but Thyself can declare.

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!