DESIRING TO BE GIVEN UP TO GOD.
By Augustus Toplady
O THAT my heart were right with Thee
And loved Thee with a perfect love!
O that my Lord would dwell with me,
And never from his seat remove!
Jesus, remove th' impending load,
And set my soul on fire for God! Thou seest I dwell in awful night,
Until thou in my heart appear;
Kindle the flame, O Lord, and light
Thine everlasting candle there:
Thy presence puts the shadows by;
If thou art gone, how dark am I! Ah! Lord, how should thy servant see,
Unless thou give me seeing eyes!
Well may I fail if out of Thee;
If out of Thee how should I rise?
I wander, Lord, without Thy aid,
And lose my way in midnight shade. Thy bright, unerring light affords
A light that gives the sinner hope;
And from the house of bondage, Lord,
O bring the weary captive up;
Thine hand alone can set me free,
And reach my pardon out to me. O let my prayer acceptance find,
And bring the mighty blessing down;
With eye-salve, Lord, anoint the blind,
And seal me thine adopted son;
A fallen, helpless creature take,
And heir of thy salvation make.