1 Bond which cannot alter,
Thou’ the flesh may falter,
In Thy Face I’ve look’d, Lord, laid my hand in Thine;
Own’d Thy claims upon me,
Thou my Master only,
I Thy slave for ever—nothing henceforth mine.
2 Tyrants that once bound me
Still would hand around me,
Seeking to ensnare me, watching for my fall—
Oh, the joy of knowing,
At Thy charges going
Fearless, I can face them, trusting Thee for all!
3 Then away with terrors,
Banish dread of errors,
What needs slave but hasten at his Lord’s behest?
Thou, the Master, guiding,
All I want providing,
Mine it is to serve Thee with a perfect rest.
4 Some task Thou may’st set me
Har, or quick to fret me,
Let my heart, unswerving, trust Thee and obey;
Out of present sorrow
Springs a gladder morrow,
Love that bled to save me, Love plans all my way.
5 Whether in lone byways,
Or on thronging highways,
Be my post of service, at Thy call and word,
Let me still be showing,
Both in word and doing,
My one aim and glory is to please my Lord.