1 O 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 thro'
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,
Will drive these thoughts away.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O Lord, my best desires fulfil |
Title: | Submission and hope in divine goodness |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Submission: And hope |
Notes: | Public Domain. |