Lord, I am Thine! My heart must now
No longer ’gainst Thee closed remain
Thy love has conquered, henceforth Thou
Must here without a rival reign.
Let every rebel thought be slain.
Lo, subject at Thy feet I bow.
Long to Thy heavenly voice mine ear
Was deaf: love’s whispers sweet were drowned
By this world’s clamour: I would hear
Henceforward now no other sound.
Speak, Lord, for Thou art Sovereign crowned,
Thy voice my subject soul shall cheer.
(From the poem “Thine Only.”)