Lord of Spirits, I Surrender

Lord of spir­its

I sur­ren­der

For Thy use Thy gifts to me:

O but show Thy mer­cy ten­der

When my song no more shall be;

More and more my heart’s aflut­ter

With the thoughts I may not ut­ter

While life’s rid­dle great I pon­der.

Let my laur­els in obli­vi­on

Turn to dust

I shall re­joice

If my soul

re­newed

is giv­en

There to sing with sac­red voice

If

in ac­cents pure and glo­ri­ous

I may join the hymn vic­tor­ious

At Thy throne to harps of Heav­en.