O Lord, My Best Desire Fulfill

O Lord

my best desire ful­fill

And help me to re­sign

Life

health

and com­fort to Thy will

And make Thy plea­sure mine.

Why should I shrink at Thy com­mand

Whose love for­bids my fears?

Or trem­ble at the gra­cious hand

That wipes away my tears?

No

let me ra­ther free­ly yield

What most I prize to Thee;

Who nev­er hast a good with­held

Or wilt with­hold from me.

Thy fa­vor

all my jour­ney through

Thou art en­gaged to grant;

What else I want

or think I do

’Tis bet­ter still to want.

Wisdom and mer­cy guide my way

Shall I re­sist them both?

A poor blind crea­ture of a day

And crushed be­fore the moth!

But ah! my in­ward spir­it cries

Still bind me to Thy sway;

Else the next cloud that veils my skies

Drives all these thoughts away.