1. Make me a captive, Lord, And then I shall be free; Force me to render up my sword, And I shall conqueror be, I sink in life’s alarms When by myself I attend; Imprison me within Thine arms, And strong shall be my hand. 2. My heart is weak and poor Until it master find; 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 matchless love; And deathless it shall reign. 3. 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. 4. My will is not my own Till Thou hast made it Thine; If it would reach a monarch’s throne It must its crown resign; It only stands unbent, Amid the clashing strife, When on Thy bosom it has learnt And found in Thee its life.