My gracious Lord, I own Thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call
it my supreme delight
To hear Thy dictates, and obey.
What is my being but for Thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
’Tis
my delight Thy face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend.
’Tis to my Savior I would live,
To Him Who for my ransom died;
Nor
could all worldly honor give
Such bliss as crowns me at His side.
His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more;
And
my last hour of life confess
His dying love, His saving power.
Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)
