MY GRACIOUS LORD, I OWN THY RIGHT

[1]
*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.

[2]
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?

[3]
I would not breathe for worldly joy,
or to increase my worldly good,
nor future days or powers employ
to spread a sounding name abroad;

[4]
'tis to my Saviour I would live,
to him who for my ransom died;
nor could untainted Eden give
such bliss as blossoms at his side.

[5]
His work my hoary age shall bless,
when youthful vigour is no more,
and my last hour of life confess
his love has animating power.