Luke 18:1517: Lord, I would be brought to Thee

Lord, I would be brought to Thee,
Passive as an infant be,
Hallow'd by that touch of Thine,
Lodged within the arms Divine.

Longing to be all Thine own,
Let me hang on Thee alone,
Free from trouble and concern
All my manly thoughts unlearn.

All my worldly wisdom lose.
All my power to will or choose;
Simply in Thy Spirit live,
Everything from God receive.

Let my elder brethren chide,
Push my foolishness aside,
Call'd I am in Thee to rest;
Press me closer to Thy breast.

Me into 'I'hy kingdom take,
Me Thy loyal subject make,
Hide my happy life above,
Safe in unreflecting love.

Principled with humble grace
Make me meet to see Thy face.
Then Thy spotless image own.
Then receive me to Thy throne.