Text: | Submission |
1 Dear Lord, my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort, to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.
2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand,
That wipes away my tears?
3 No--let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold, from me.
4 Thy favor, all my journey through,
Thou art engag'd to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.
5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way:
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crush'd before the moth?
6 But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils my skies
Drives all these thoughts away.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Dear Lord, my best desires fulfill |
Title: | Submission |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
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Topic: | The Christain: His Duty and Graces; Christian Graces |