Thine Lord O May I Be

Thine, Lord, O may I be,
Teach me Thy will;
Draw my cold heart to Thee,
With rapture thrill;
Banish my guilty fear,
Dry every bitter tear,
My troubled spirit cheer,
Say, “Peace, be still.”

Keep me in danger’s hour
Near to Thy side;
On me Thy Spirit pour,
With me abide;
Bid every doubt depart,
Fully possess my heart;
Mine be that better part,
In Thee to hide.

Thus shall I sweetly prove,
While here below,
Thy tender, dying love,
Thee truly know;
And when my work is done,
When I the race have run,
May glory’s crown be won,
Sweet rest with Thee.