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1 Make me a captive, Lord,
And then I shall be free;
Force me to render up my sword,
And I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life’s alarms
When by myself I stand;
Imprison me within thine arms
And strong shall be my hand.
2 My heart is weak and poor
Until it master find;
It has no spring of action sure,
It varies with the wind.
It cannot freely move
Till thou hast wrought its chain;
Enslave it with thy matchless love
And deathless it shall reign.
3 My will is not my own
Till thou hast made it thine;
If it would reach a monarch’s throne
It must its crown resign;
It only stands unbent
Amid the clashing strife,
When on thy bosom it has leant
And found in thee its life.
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First Line: | Make me a captive, Lord |
Author: | George Matheson (1842-1906) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The life of holiness: Consecration and service |