Text: | Resignation |
Author: | Cowper |
1 O Lord, my best desire 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 favour all my journey through,
Thou art engaged 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 crushed before the moth?
6 But ah! my inmost 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: | O Lord, my best desire fulfil |
Title: | Resignation |
Author: | Cowper |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Fruits of the Spirit: Humility |