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.