Thine Only

  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.”)