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. |