How blesséd from the bonds of sin And earthly fetters free, d. In sin-gle-ness of heart and aim Thy servant, Lord, to hard-est toil to undertake With joy at Thy command, Strive a right when God doth call thee, When He draws thee by His grace, Cast off all that would enthrall thee, And de- ter thee from the race. 2 Wrestle, till thy zeal is burning, 3 Combat, though thy life thou givest, 4 Perfect truth will never waver, 5 Perfect truth will love to follow Watchfully our Master's ways; Seeks not comfort poor and hollow, Looks not for reward or praise. 6 Perfect truth from worldly pleasure, Worldly turmoil, stands apart; For in heaven is hid our treasure, There must also be the heart. 7 Soldiers of the cross, take courage! Watch and war 'mid fear and pain; Daily conquering sin and sorrow, Till our King o'er earth shall reign. Father, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me; The chang-es that are sure to come, I do not fear to d. see: By Thy blood, O spot - less Lamb, Shed so will - ing - ly for me, 2 Other lords have long held sway, Is my daily, hourly prayer; 3 Jesus, Master, I am Thine; Keep me faithful, keep me near; All my homeward way to cheer. 4 Jesus, Master, whom I serve, Though so feebly and so ill, Strengthen hand and heart and nerve All Thy bidding to fulfill; 5 Lord, Thou needest not, I know, 6 Jesus, Master, wilt Thou use One who owes Thee more than all? As Thou wilt! I would not choose; Only let me hear Thy call. Jesus, let me always be, In Thy service, glad and free. Frances R. Havergal, 1874 |