S. F Forrest
LORD, I yield, for Thou has conquered;
Often as I fight, I fail;
Now to Thee I yield me wholly,
That in me Thou may’st prevail:
Time and talents, plans and pleasures
Teach me, Lord, to yield them all;
Thou shalt have Thy way, dear Master,
Only make me heed Thy call.
2
Lord, I claim Thy promised blessing,
Fulness of Thy Spirit’s power;
Only for Thine own blest service,
Lord, on me Thy Spirit shower:
Fill me, Lord, with Thine own fulness,
That I may a channel be;
Ever passing on to others
All that Thou dost give to me.
3
Lord, I thank Thee for the greatness
Of Thy love’s unfailing spring;
Let my heart be always singing
Everywhere, for everything:
Only for Thy glory living,
Serving Thee in humblest ways;
Keep me, Lord, Thy heart from grieving;
Teach me, Lord, to live Thy praise.