1 My soul before you prostrate lies;
to you, its Source, my spirit flies;
O turn to me your cheering face;
I'm poor, enrich me with your grace.
2 Take full possession of my heart;
to me your lowly mind impart;
break nature's bonds, and let me see,
he whom you free indeed is free.
3 Still will I wait, O Lord on you,
till in your light I see anew;
till you in my behalf appear,
to banish ev'ry doubt and fear.
4 Then e'en in storms I shall you know,
my sure support and refuge too;
in ev'ry trial I shall prove
assuredly that God is love.
Source: Moravian Book of Worship #721