My Gracious Lord, I Own Thy Right

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?

Thy ev­er smil­ing face to see

And serve the cause of such a friend?

I would not breathe for world­ly joy

Or to in­crease my world­ly good;

Nor fu­ture days nor pow­ers em­ploy

To spread a sound­ing name abroad.

’Tis to my Sav­ior I would live;

To Him

who for my ran­som died;

Nor could un­taint­ed Ed­en 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 love hath ani­mat­ing pow­er.