my king;

...Let me win some soul that his life may be

Let me sing some song that will make me free,...

...Let me win some soul that his life may be

Let me sing some song that will make me free,...

...His burden we willingly bear.

I’ve found where He dwells with His own;...

...Tho’ my lot be wea­ry—toil­ing since the spring,

Now the whit­ened har­vest waits the will­ing hand,...

...And with these twain would I most fain

So may their in­cense some­time rise...