Submission

O Lord, my best desire fulfill,And help me to resignLife, health, and comfort to Thy will,And make Thy pleasure mine.

Why should I shrink at Thy command,Whose love forbids my fears?Or tremble at the gracious handThat wipes away my tears?

No, rather let me freely yieldWhat most I prize to Thee;Who never hast a good withheld,Or wilt withhold, from me.

Thy favor, all my journey through,Thou art engaged to grant;What else I want, or think I do,&ls;Tis better still to want.

Wisdom and mercy guide my way,Shall I resist them both?A poor blind creature of a day,And crush'd before the moth!

But ah! my inward spirit cries,Still bind me to Thy sway;Else the next cloud that veils the skiesDrives all these thoughts away.