Teach Me To Do The Thing That Pleaseth T


Teach me to do the thing that pleaseth Thee;
Thou art my God, in Thee I live and move;
Oh, let thy loving Spirit lead me forth
Into the land of righteousness and love.

Thy love the law and impulse of my soul,
Thy righteousness its fitness and its plea,
Thy loving Spirit, mercy’s sweet control
To make me liker, draw me nearer thee.

My highest hope to be where, Lord, thou art,
To lose myself in thee my richest gain,
To do thy will the habit of my heart,
To grieve the Spirit my severest pain.

Thy smile my sunshine, all my peace from thence,
From self alone what could that peace destroy?
Thy joy my sorrow at the least offence,
My sorrow that I am not more thy joy.