LORD, in the fulness of my might

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

I would not, Lord, with swift-winged zeal On this world’s errands go, And labour 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 grant me in my golden time, A zealous servant’s part; For Thee the glory of my prime, The fulness of my heart!

I cannot, Lord, too early take The covenant divine; That happy heart shall never break Whose foremost love is Thine!