Chosen Not for Good in Me

Chosen not for good in me

Waked from com­ing wrath to flee

Hidden in the Sav­ior’s side

By the Spir­it sanc­ti­fied—

Teach me

Lord

on earth to show

By my love

how much I owe.

Oft I walk be­neath the cloud

Dark as mid­night’s gloo­my shroud:

But

when fear is at the height

Jesus comes

and all is light;

Blessèd Je­sus! bid me show

Doubting saints how much I owe.

Oft the nights of sor­row reign—

Weeping

sick­ness

sigh­ing

pain;

But a night Thine an­ger burns—

Morning comes

and joy re­turns:

God of com­forts! bid me show

To Thy poor how much I owe.

When in flow­ery paths I tread

Oft by sin I’m cap­tive led;

Oft I fall

but still arise—

Jesus comes—the tempt­er flies;

Blessèd Je­sus! bid me show

Weary sin­ners all I owe.