SURRENDER
I am not good at all,
By far enough for Him,
And yet He seems to call
The best from me within.
By far enough for Him,
And yet He seems to call
The best from me within.
I am not high at all,
By far enough to see,
And yet He seems to call
Forth blossoms on a tree.
By far enough to see,
And yet He seems to call
Forth blossoms on a tree.
I am not great at all,
By far a place to fill,
And yet He seems to call
Me higher, higher still.
By far a place to fill,
And yet He seems to call
Me higher, higher still.
I am not fit at all,
By far His life to live,
And yet He seems to call,
Just yielding of a will.
By far His life to live,
And yet He seems to call,
Just yielding of a will.
Great God! Can that be all
This life on earth consists?
To climb that great, high wall
And see beyond the mist?
This life on earth consists?
To climb that great, high wall
And see beyond the mist?
They why should I not strive,
Accept His gentle hand,
To mould my little life
According to His plan.
Accept His gentle hand,
To mould my little life
According to His plan.
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