Lord, When I All Things Would Possess

Lord

when I all things would pos­sess

I crave but to be Thine;

O low­ly is the lof­ti­ness

Of these de­sires di­vine.

Each gift but helps my soul to learn

How bound­less is Thy store;

I go from strength to strength

and yearn

For Thee

my help­er

more.

How can my soul di­vine­ly soar

How keep the shin­ing way

And not more trem­bling­ly ad­ore

And not more hum­bly pray?

The more I tri­umph in Thy gifts

The more I wait on Thee;

The grace that might­ily up­lifts

Most sweet­ly hum­bleth me.

The Heav’n where I would stand com­plete

My low­ly love shall see

And strong­er grow the yearn­ing sweet

O Ho­ly One! for Thee.