422--Make me a captive, Lord,

Make me a captive, Lord,

422

	1.	Make me a captive, Lord,
		And then I shall be free;
		Force me to render up my sword,
		And I shall conq'ror be.
		I sink in life's alarms
		When by myself I stand,
		Imprisons me within Thy arms,
		And strong shall be my hand.
	2.	My heart is weak and poor
		Until it master find:
		It has not spring of action sure,
		It varies with the wind;
		It cannot freely move
		Till Thou hast wrought its chain;
		Enslave it with Thy matchless love,
		And deathless it shall reign.
	3.	My power is faint and low
		Till I have learned to serve:
		It wants the needed fire to glow,
		It wants the breeze to nerve;
		It cannot drive the world
		Until itself be driven;
		Its flag can only be unfurled
		When Thou shalt breathe from heaven.
	4.	My will is not my own
		Till Thou hast made it Thine;
		If it would reach the monarch's throne
		It must its crown resign;
		It only stands unbent
		Amid the clashing strife.
		When on Thy bosom it has leant,
		And found in Thee its life.