|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|