Lord, In The Fullness Of My Might

Lord, in the fullness of my might, I would for Thee be strong: While runneth oer each dear delight, To Thee should soar my song.

I would not give the world my heart, And then profess Thy love; I would not feel my strength depart, And then Thy service prove.

I would not with swift wingd zeal On the worlds errands go, And labor up the heavenly hill With weary feet and slow.

O not for Thee my weak desires, My poorer, baser part! O not for Thee my fading fires, The ashes of my heart!

O choose me in my golden time: In my clear joys have part! For Thee the glory of my prime, The fullness of my heart!