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HOLD ME!

Here am I, O Saviour sweet,
Cast by sorrow at Thy feet;
Take me as I am and bend
To some consecrated end;
Make me olive branch or sword,
Only do Thou hold me, Lord.
Here I am! I had no choice,
But to listen to Thy voice;
Use me wholly at Thy will,
Though for sadness use me still;
I can drink the bitter cup,
If Thou, Lord, dost hold me up.
Here I am! O take me all,
Body, soul—for Thou didst call;
I should deem it service meet,
Lying only at Thy feet;
Be it suffering, be it song,
Hold me—and I shall be strong.
Here I am! I fain would be,
Just what Thou dost fashion me;
Make me what Thou art, and then
Thee will I make known to men;
Silver ask I not, nor gold,
But that Thou my footsteps hold.
Here am I! And here I lay
All, and own no other sway;
Hold me waking, hold in sleep,
For myself I cannot keep;
When I triumph, when I bow,
Hold me ever—hold me now.