Make me a captive

- Make me a captive, Lord,
- and then I shall be free;
- force me to render up my sword,
- and I shall conqueror be.
- I sink in life's alarms
- when by myself I stand;
- imprison me within Thine arms,
- and strong shall be my hand.
- My heart is weak and poor
- until its master find;
- it has no spring of action sure,
- it varies with the wind.
- It cannot freely move,
- 'til Thou hast wrought its chain;
- enslave it with Thy matchless love,
- and deathless it shall reign.
- My power is faint and low
- till I have learned to serve;
- it wants the needed fire to glow,
- it wants the breeze to nerve;
- it cannot drive the world,
- until itself be driven;
- its flag can only be unfurled
- when Thou shalt breathe from heaven.
- My will is not my own
- till Thou hast made it Thine;
- if it would reach a monarch's throne
- it must its crown resign;
- it only stands unbent,
- amid the clashing strife,
- when on Thy bosom it has leant
- and found in Thee its life.
Album: English Hymns, Artist: J. T. McFarland , Language: English, Viewed: 775 times