O Father Mine To Thee

O Father mine, to Thee
My fervent prayer ascends,
That Thou wilt take from me
Whate’er Thy love offends;
Though dear as my right hand to me,
I freely give it up for Thee.

From all I may not love
And be a child of Thine,
I from this moment turn,
Nor longer call it mine;
Thy love alone shall fill my soul,
And every tho’t and wish control.

And when my hour has come,
And death’s cold waves appear,
Thy presence will sustain,
And banish every fear;
My soul from earth shall pass away,
And soar to realms of endless day.