Submission

When, my Saviour, shall I be
Perfectly resign'd to Thee!
Poor and 'vile in my own eyes,
Only in Thy wisdom wise; —
Only Thee content to know,
Ignorant of all below,
Only guided by Thy light,
Only mighty in Thy might.

Take my nature's strength away,
Every comfort, every stay,
Every hindrance of Thy love,
All my power to act or move;
Fain I would be truly stil!,
Fain I would be without will,
Simple, innocent, and free,
Free from all that is not Thee.

Weaken, bring me down to nought,
Captivate my every thought;
Take the future from my view,
All Thy love intends to do;
Let me to Thy goodness leave
When and what Thou art to give:
All Thy works to Thee are known,
Let Thy blessed will be done.

Is it not enough that I
Now can "Abba, Father," cry?
I am now a child of God,
Bought and sprinkled with Thy blood
Lord, it doth not yet appear
What I surely shall be here,
When Thou shall unfold the word:
Only make me as my Lord.

So I may Thy Spirit know,
Let Him as He listeth blow:
Let the manner be unknown,
So I may with Thee be one,
Fully in my life express
All the heights of holiness,
Sweetly in my spirit prove
All the depths of humble love.