There is a foe whose hidden pow’r

There is a foe whose hidden pow’r

The Christian well may fear

More subtle far than inbred sin

And to the heart more dear.

It is the pow’r of selfishness

It is the wilful I

And ere my Lord can live in me

My very self must die.

There is

like Anak’s sons of old

A race of giants still:

Self-glorying

self-confidence

Self-seeking and self-will.

Still must these haughty Anakims

By Caleb’s sword be slain

Ere Hebron’s heights of heav’nly love

Our conqu’ring feet can gain.

Oh

save me from self-will

dear Lord

Which claims Thy sacred throne;

Oh! let my will be lost in Thine

And let Thy will be done.

Oh

keep me from self-confidence

And self-sufficiency;

Let me exchange my strength for Thine

And lean alone on Thee.

Oh

save me from self-seeking

Lord

Let me not be my own;

A living sacrifice I come

Lord

keep me Thine alone.

From proud vain glory save me

Lord

From pride of praise and fame;

To Christ be all the honor given

The glory to His name.

Oh

Savior. slay the self in me

By Thy consuming breath;

Show me Thy heart

Thy wounds

Thy shame

That self be put to death.

When the Shekinah flame came down

E’en Moses could not stay;

So let Thy glory fill me now

And self forever slay.