1 Help me, my Lord, to grow more like to Thee,
Thy wondrous love to know, Thy face to see.
Lord, fill my soul with light, dispel the gloom of night,
And make me through Thy might more like to Thee.
2 Though rough the road may be, jagged and steep,
Lord, though I may not run, upward I’ll creep.
When nightly shadows fall, when doubts and fears appall,
Then may I rise from all, more like to Thee.
3 Or if my footsteps sink in doubt’s dark wave,
May I like Peter cry, "Lord Jesus, save!"
So by my faith to prove Thine all redeeming love;
Oh, make me, heavenly Dove, more like to Thee.
4 And when from Pisgah's height Canaan I view;
When faith shall change to sight, old things to new;
Then in a nobler song, through all the ages long,
I’ll stand amid the throng, made like to Thee.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11171
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11171||Help Me, My Lord, To Grow||Help me, my Lord, to grow more like to Thee||BETHANY||Arthur S. Phelps||10.10.12.10||<cite>Christian Secretary</cite>, April 8, 1885|