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 advancing age shall bless,
    When youthful vigour is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
    His love has animating power.
Philip Doddridge, 1702-51