A. W. Marston
I THANK Thee, Lord, that Thou hast shown,
And I begin to see,
What Thou canst be to all Thine own,
What they may be to Thee;
If only they will yield Thee all,
And trustingly obey Thy call.
2
How wonderful! I never knew
That I might trust Thee so;
That Thou wouldst be so much to me,
In all the way I go,
That every need Thou wouldst supply,
And all my longings satisfy.
3
I take Thee as my keeper now,
And I commit to Thee
My soul, my way, my works, my cause,
In Thy sole charge to be;
And my deposit, Thou, I know
Wilt guard secure from every foe.
4
I take Thee for my peace, O Lord,
My heart to keep and fill,
Thine own great calm, amid earth’s storms
Shall keep me always still,
And as Thy kingdom doth increase,
So shall Thine ever-deepening peace.
5
I take Thee as my wisdom too,
For wisdom’s sum Thou art;
Thou, who dost choose the foolish things,
Set me henceforth apart,
That I may speak and work for Thee
As Thou shalt work and speak in me.
6
I take Thee, Lord, to be my all,
Since all Thou art is mine,
I nothing have, and nothing am;
That nothing, Lord, is Thine.
Thou shalt be everything to me,
In all things my sufficiency.