Make me a captive, Lord

1
Make me a captive, Lord.
And then I shall be free;
Force me to render up my sword,
And I shall conq’ror be.
I sink in life’s alarms
When by myself I stand,
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 the monarch’s throne
It must its crown resign;
It only stands unbent
Amid the clashing strife,
When on Thy bosom it has leant,
And found in Thee its life.
5
Petals

Pietermarutzburg, Kzn, South Africa

It cannot drive the world

Until itself be driven

O what truth is herein captured!


Rosita Enriquez

Anaheim, California, United States

Brothers and sisters from Nigeria, I enjoyed your comments below. As we open our heart and take our Lord, He takes our vow. Little by little He is gaining every part of our soul, until He saturates it all with Himself. Isn't this wonderful? May we cooperate with Him, to give Him our heart each day. We are His, and he who is joined to the Lord is one spirit with Him (1 Corinthians 6:17)


Bukie Mordi

Kaduna, Nigeria

Lord, help me to give You my heart. Amen.


Jerrmiah

Ibadan, Oyo, Nigeria

This is the penitent cry of my heart!


Nkechi

Abuja, Fct, Nigeria

I love this hymn.