CH1941, Hymn #21

Verse 1
My gracious Lord, I own Thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight
To hear Thy dictates, and obey.

Verse 2
What is my being but for Thee
Its sure support, its noblest end?
'Tis my delight Thy face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend.

Verse 3
I would not sigh for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.

Verse 4
'Tis to my Saviour I would live
To Him who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honor give
Such bliss as crowns me at His side.

Verse 5
His work my hoary age shall bless
When youthful vigeor is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
His saving love, His glorious power.