Lord, in the fullness of my might, I would for Thee be strong: While runneth o’er each dear delight, To Thee should soar my song. I would not give the world my heart, And then profess Thy love; I would not feel my strength depart, And then Thy service prove. I would not with swift wingèd zeal On the world’s errands go, And labor up the heavenly hill With weary feet and slow. O not for Thee my weak desires, My poorer, baser part! O not for Thee my fading fires, The ashes of my heart! O choose me in my golden time: In my clear joys have part! For Thee the glory of my prime, The fullness of my heart! |