1 Not what I wish to be,
O Saviour mine
Yet, through Thy matchless grace,
I still am Thine.

2 Not what my Pattern was,
Thou knowest well!
But what Thy love to me,
No tongue can tell.

3 Not what Thy sacred will
For me ordains;
Yet doth the crimson blood
Remove the stains.

4 Not yet Thy will is done,
How far I fail!
But precious is the Name
Which doth prevail.

5 Not what one fairer day
I hope to be;
But Jesus is the same—
Mine only plea.