My soul before Thee prostrate lies; To Thee, her Source, my spirit flies; My wants I mourn, my chains I see; O let Thy presence set me free. Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will With Thy meek lowliness to fill; No more her power let nature boast, But in Thy will may mine be lost. Already springing hope I feel, God will destroy the power of hell, And, from a land of wars and pain, Lead me where peace and safety reign. One only care my soul shall know, Father, all Thy commands to do; And feel, what endless years shall prove, That Thou, my Lord, my God, art love.
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