1. God, who created me
nimble and light of limb,
In three elements free,
to run, to ride, to swim;
Not when the sense is dim,
but now from the heart of joy,
I would remember Him;
take the thanks of a boy.
2. Jesus, King and Lord,
whose are my foes to fight,
Gird me with Thy sword,
swift and sharp and bright.
Thee would I serve if I might,
and conquer if I can:
From day-dawn to night,
take the strength of a man.
3. Spirit of love and truth,
breathing in grosser clay,
The light and flame of youth,
delight of men in the fray,
Wisdom in strength’s decay;
from pain, strife, wrong to be free
This best gift I pray,
take my spirit to Thee.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #1998