Filial Submission

AND can my heart aspire so high,
To say, "my Father God!"
Lord at thy feet I fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.

I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let every anxious thought be Still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.

Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
And bid me wait serene;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

My father — O permit my heart,
To plead her humble claim,
And ask the bliss those words impart
In my Redeemer's name.