1. Dear Lord, I yield myself to thee,
And would henceforth thy servant be;
At thy command to come and go,
And do whate'er I'm bid to do.
2. Low at thy footstool would I lie,
Here let me live and joyful die;
For thee improve each fleeting hour,
Employ for thee each active power.
3. Whether I have more vigorous health,
Or larger stores of worldly wealth,
I would devote my all to thee,
Whose bounties are so rich and free.
4. And when my labours here shall end,
Let me to brighter worlds ascend,
Where all thy saints in concert join,
To celebrate thy love divine.
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First Line: | Dear Lord, I yield myself to thee |
Title: | Yielding Ourselves to God |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1818 |
Copyright: | Public domain |