No man ever makes Him supreme and suffers loss, for Jehovah will not be left in any man’s debt. When a man holds on, God takes away; when a man lets go, He gives, and that liberally.

Make me a captive, Lord, And then I shall be free. Force me to render up my sword, And I shall conquer or be.

I sink in life’s alarm When by myself I stand; Imprison with Thy mighty arm, Then strong shall be my hand.

My heart is weak and poor, Until it Master finds; It has no spring of action sure, It varies with the wind.

It cannot freely move Till Thou hast wrought its chain; Enslave it with Thy mighty love, Then deathless I shall reign.

My power is faint and low Till I have learned to serve: It wants the needed fire to glow, It wants the breeze to nerve;

It cannot drive the world Until itself be driven; Its flag can only be unfurled When Thou shalt breathe from heaven.

My will is not my own Till Thou hast made it Thine; If it would reach the monarch’s throne It must its crown resign.

It only stands unbent Amid the clashing strife, Till on Thy bosom it has leant, And found in Thee its life.

GEORGE MATHESON

O Master, show me this morning how to yield myself up to Thee completely and then how to ask of Thee things great enough to be worthy of a King’s giving. Make me equal in my requests to Thy infinite eagerness to give.

Touch with Thy Pierced Hand the hidden springs that will cause every part of my being to fly wide open to Thee, my Lord and my God!