My gracious Lord, I own thy right
To ev'ry service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight
To hear thy dictates, and obey.
What is my being but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
'Tis my delight thy face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend.
I would not sigh for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor pow'rs employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
'Tis to my Saviour I would live,
To him who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honor give
Such bliss as crowns me at his side.
His work shall future ages bless,
When present evils are no more;
And all the world shall then confess
His wondrous love, his saving pow'r.