Sunday, April 29, 2007


Jesus, 'tis my aim divine,
Hence to have no will but thine,
Let me covenant with thee,
Thine for evermore to be:
This my prayer, and this alone,
Saviour, let thy will be done!

Thee to love, to live to thee,
This my daily portion be,
Nothing to my Lord I give,
But from him I first receive:
Lord, for me thy blood was spilt,
Lead me, guide me, as thou wilt.

All that is opposed to thee,
Howsoever dear it be,
From my heart the idol tear,
Thou shalt have no rival there,
Only thou shalt fill the throne:
Saviour, let thy will be done.

Wilt thou, Lord, in me fulfil
All the pleasure of thy will;
Thine in life, and thine in death,
Thine in every fleeting breath,
Thou my hope and joy alone:
Saviour, let thy will be done.

—Octavius Winslow


Bluecollar said...


Anonymous said...

after I read Mike's post on those three persecuted brothers I thought to myself, "Ok, there's an example as to why you can never complain or get up set about anything again" How quickly I forget His will! I am not worthy I'm just so thankful He decided to pick me and I know, despite my failures, His will will be done in me! Thanks for the quote!

Baptist Girl said...

You are so right.


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