Resignation. Job 5. 19; Ps. 10. 17; Luke 22. 35
W. Cowper C.M.
O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.
Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
No; let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.
Thy favour all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
’Tis better still to want.
Wisdom and mercy guide my way;
Shall I resist them both –
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth?
But ah! my inmost spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway,
Else the next cloud that veils my skies
Drives all these thoughts away.