What shall I ask to-day? Naught but Thine own sweet will; The windings of the way Lead to thy holy hill; And whether here or there Why should I fear or care? Thy heavens are everywhere, And they are o'er me still.
Give me Thyself to-day, I dare not walk alone; Speak to me by the way, And "all things are my own"; The treasures of thy grace, The secret hiding place, The vision of thy face, The shadow of thy throne!
No more my own, Lord Jesus, Bought with thy precious blood, I give thee but thine own, Lord, That long thy love withstood.
I give the life thou gavest, My present, future, past; My joys, my fears, my sorrows, My first hope and my last.
I give thee up my weakness That oft distrust hath bred, That thy indwelling power May thus be perfected.
I give the love the sweetest Thy goodness grants to me; Take it, and make it meet, Lord, For offering to thee.
Smile, and the very shadows In thy blest light shall shine; Take thou my heart, Lord Jesus, For thou hast made it thine.
Thou knowest my soul's ambition, For thou hast changed its aim (The world's reproach I fear not) To share a Saviour's shame.
Outside the camp to suffer; Within the veil to meet, And hear Thy softest whisper From out the mercy-seat.
Thou bear'st me in thy bosom, Amidst thy jewels worn, Upon thy hands deep graven By arms of love upborne.
Rescued from sin's destruction, Ransomed from death and hell; Complete in Thee, Lord Jesus: Thou hast done all things well.
Oh, deathless love that bought me! Oh, price beyond my ken! Oh, Life that hides my own life E'en from my fellow-men!
Now fashion, form and fill me With light and love divine; So, one with Thee, Lord Jesus, I'm thine--forever thine!
I am but clay in thy hands, but Thou art the all-loving artist; Passive I lie in thy sight, yet in my self-hood I strive So to embody the life and the love thou ever impartest, That in my sphere of the finite I may be truly alive.
Knowing Thou needest this form, as I thy divine inspiration, Knowing thou shapest the clay with a vision and purpose divine, So would I answer each touch of thy hand in its loving creation, That in my conscious life thy power and beauty may shine.
Reflecting the noble intent Thou hast in forming thy creatures; Waking from sense into life of the soul, and the image of thee; Working with thee in thy work to model humanity's features Into the likeness of God, myself from myself I would free.