1 Make me a captive, Lord,
and then I shall be free;
force me to render up my sword,
and I shall conqueror be.
2 I sink in life's alarms
when by myself I stand;
imprison me within thine arms,
and strong shall be my hand.
3 My heart is weak and poor
until it master find;
it has no spring of action sure--
it varies with the wind.
4 It cannot freely move
till thou hast wrought its chain;
enslave it with thy matchless love,
and deathless it shall reign.
5 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.
|First Line:||Make me a captive, Lord|
|Title:||Make Me a Captive, Lord|
|Author:||George Matheson (1890)|
|Topic:||Faith and Aspiration|