Classic Poem

1. My soul before Thee prostrate lies, To thee her
2. Jesu, vouchsafe my heart and will With thy meek
source my spirit flies; My wants I mourn, my
lowliness to fill; No more here power let
chains I see; O let thy presence set me free.
nature boast, But in thy will may mine be lost.

3. In life's short day let me yet more
Of thy enlivening power implore;
My mind must deeper sink in thee,
My foot stand firm from wandering free.

4. And well I know thy tender love,
Thou never didst unfaithful prove;
And well I know thou standst by me,
Pleased from myself to set me free.

5. Already springing hope I feel,
God will destroy the power of hell.
God from the land of wars and pain
Leads me where peace and safety reign.

6. When my warmed thoughts I fix on thee
And plunge me in thy mercy's sea,
Then even on me thy face shall shine,
And quicken this dead heart of mine.