Dear Lord and Master mine,
Thy happy servant see;
My Conqueror, with what joy divine
Thy captive clings to Thee! I love Thy yoke to wear,
To feel Thy gracious bands;
Sweetly restrained by Thy care
And happy in Thy hands. No bar would I remove,
No bond would I unbind;
Within the limits of Thy love
Full liberty I find. I would not walk alone,
But still with Thee, my God;
At every step my blindness own,
And ask of Thee the road. The weakness I enjoy
That casts me on Thy breast;
The conflicts that Thy strength employ
Make me divinely blest. Dear Lord and Master mine,
Still keep Thy servant true;
My Guardian and my Guide divine
Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through. My Conqueror and my King,
Still keep me in Thy train;
And with Thee Thy glad captive bring
When Thou return’st to reign. |
