Submission

I

O Lord, my best desire fulfill,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

II

Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fear’s
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

III

No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold from me.

IV

Thy favour all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
’Tis better still to want.

V

Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crush’d before the moth!

VI

But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils the skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.