Hymn 45
Submission
Submission
O Lord, my best desire fulfill
And help me to resign,
Life, health and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.
Why whould I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.
Thy favor, all my journey thro’,
Thou art engag’d to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
’Tis better still to want.
Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crush’d before the moth!
But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still binds me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that vails the skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.