Jesus, my life, Thyself apply

Jesus, my life, Thyself apply;
  Thy Holy Spirit breathe;
My vile affections crucify;
  Conform me to Thy death.
Conqu’ror of hell and earth and sin,
  Still with the rebel strive;
Enter my soul and work within,
  And kill and make alive.
More of Thy life, and more I have,
  As the old Adam dies;
Bury me, Savior, in Thy grave,
  That I with Thee may rise.
Reign in me, Lord; Thy foes control,
  Who would not own Thy sway;
Diffuse Thine image through my soul;
  Shine to the perfect day.
Scatter the last remains of sin,
  And seal me Thine abode;
O make me glorious all within,
  A temple built by God!