|Text:||O Lord, My Best Desire Fulfill|
|Composer:||Thomas Worsley Staniforth|
1 O Lord, my best desire fulfill,
And help me to resign,
Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.
2 Why should I shrink at Thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
3 No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to Thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.
4 Thy favor, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
’Tis better still to want.
5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth!
6 But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to Thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils my skies
Drives all these thoughts away.
|First Line:||O Lord, my best desire fulfill|
|Title:||O Lord, My Best Desire Fulfill|
|Source:||Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 3|
|Composer:||Thomas Worsley Staniforth (1866)|
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