I Delight To Do Thy Will

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.

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.

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.

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.