1 Dear 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 favour, all my journey through,
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
Drives all these thoughts away.
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First Line: | Dear Lord, my best desires fulfil |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Christian experience: Sanctification and christian graces; Submission |
Notes: | Public Domain. |