More Like The Master

More like the Master I would ever be,
more of His meekness, more humility;
More zeal to labour, more courage to be true,
more consecration for work He bids me do.

Chorus:
Take Thou my heart, I would be Thine alone;
Take Thou my heart, and make it all Thine own.
Purge me from sin, O Lord, I now implore,
wash me and keep me Thine for evermore.

More like the Master is my daily pray'r;
More strength to carry crosses I must bear;
More earnest effort to bring His kingdom in;
More of His Spirit, the wanderer to win.

More like the Master I would live and grow;
More of His love to others I would show;
More self denial, like His in Galilee,
more like the Master I long to ever be.