177.  I Delight To Do Thy Will

1
My gracious Lord, I own thy right
To ev’ry service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight
To hear thy dictates, and obey.

2
What is my being but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
‘Tis my delight thy face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend.

3
I would not sigh for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor pow’rs employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.

4
‘Tis to my Saviour I would live,
To him who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honor give
Such bliss as crowns me at his side.

5
His work shall future ages bless,
When present evils are no more;
And all the world shall then confess
His wondrous love, his saving pow’r.