568 Make Me a Captive Lord
[1]
Make me a captive Lord
And then I shall be free;
Force me to render up my sword
And I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life s alarms
When by myself I stand;
Imprison me within Thine arms
And strong shall be my hand.
Make me a captive Lord
And then I shall be free;
Force me to render up my sword
And I shall conqueror 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
Till it a 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.
My heart is weak and poor
Till it a 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 will is not my own
Till Thou hast made it Thine;
If it would reach a 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.
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;
It only stands unbent
Amid the clashing strife
When on Thy bosom it has leant
And found in Thee its life.