I will get me to the hill;
In Thy death and resurrection,
Jesus, take me deeper still.
Willingly would get me there.
All my self fore’er forsaking,
One with Thee, O Lord,
Thy death to share.
Of my nature, untransformed;
Lord, I’ll go unto the mountain,
To Thy death to be conformed.
Linger I, Lord, thus with Thee,
May Thy all-transforming Spirit
Saturate me thoroughly.
Soon my sun begins to shine;
Death has worked her deep impression,
Now my nature’s one with Thine.