I Yield Myself to Thee

I yield my­self to Thee

With all my hopes and fears

With all my wish to see

The tale of com­ing years.

Give Thou a qui­et mind

My dai­ly work to do

To leave the past be­hind

With Thee the fu­ture

too.

Lord

be it un­for­got

How ma­ny days and years

Through Thy dear love

my lot

Was bet­ter than my fears.

I cast my fears aside

This life is none of mine;

It rests with Thee

my guide:

I lay my hand in Thine.

Give Thou a spir­it wise

A judg­ment calm and true

In all that may arise

Thy bless­èd will to do.

Remove all anx­ious care

What hu­man tongues may say;

Give kind­ness to for­bear

And firm­ness to ob­ey.

If aught I must en­dure

Whatever pain it be

I know Thy hand can cure:

I yield my­self to Thee.