Lord, in the Fullness of My Might

Lord

in the full­ness of my might

I would for Thee be strong:

While run­neth o’er each dear de­light

To Thee should soar my song.

I would not give the world my heart

And then pro­fess Thy love;

I would not feel my strength de­part

And then Thy serv­ice prove.

I would not with swift wing­èd zeal

On the world’s er­rands go

And la­bor up the heav’n­ly hill

With wea­ry feet and slow.

O not for Thee my weak de­sires

My poor­er

bas­er part!

O not for Thee my fad­ing fires

The ash­es of my heart!

O choose me in my gold­en time:

In my clear joys have part!

For Thee the glo­ry of my prime

The full­ness of my heart!

I can­not

Lord

too ear­ly take

The co­ve­nant di­vine;

O ne’er the hap­py heart may break

Whose ear­li­est love was Thine!