MAKE ME A CAPTIVE, LORD
1. Make me a
captive, Lord,
And then I shall be
free;
Force me to tender
up my sword,
And I shall
conq'ror be.
I sink in life's
alarms
When by myself I
stand,
Imprison me within
Thine arms,
And strong shall be
my hand.
2. My heart is weak
and poor
Until it master
find;
It has no spring of
action sure,
It varies with the
wind;
It cannot freely
move
Till Thou hast
wrought its chain;
Enslave it with Thy
matchless love,
And deathless it
shall reign.
3. My power is
faint and low
Till I have learned
to serve;
It wants the needed
fire to glow,
It wants the breeze
to nerve;
It cannot drive the
world
Until itself be
driven;
Its flag can only
be unfurled
When Thou shalt
breathe from heaven.
4. My will is not
my own
Till Thou hast made
it Thine;
If it would reach
the monarch's throne
It must its crown
resign;
It only stands
unbent
Amid the clashing
strife,
When on Thy bosom
it has leant,
And found in Thee
its life.
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