Father you are no pawn in my game,
I’m yours to be slain.
Do with me as you wish,
Your will be done not mine,
You are the vinedresser and I the vine.
You are the Potter and I the clay,
without you I would decay.
I come to thee humble and do plea,
send though me where thou wilt,
or tell me to stay as long as thee is with me.
Give heed o Lord give heed,
to my lost and unworthy bleat.
For I am a sheep that awaits His master.
Hidden, silent and dumb I will be,
as long as my life is to the glory of Thee.
My eyes fixed and awaiting, your loving hands to see,
and eyes full of mercy,
and abundant grace,
shining upon me the countenance of Thy face.
Could this be? That Thou would embrace,
the most meagerly of all?
The one that spent his inheritence and sleeps in the pig stall?
O Father I glorify thy name,
that Christ took all my shame.
Taking upon Him the covenant penalty
bearing thy wrath upon the cursed tree.
His atoning blood setting me free.
It is through this new living way,
from which I do not want to stray.
Therefore I do pray,
deliver me from all evil and keep sin away.
I keep Thy law in my heart,
that I from it might not depart.
Yet I fail and love in me could not be found,
let then every good work in me abound.
Oh come Thou precious Lord my fount’
and fill me with Thy Spirit that I can obey.
O Lord I am earnest I do not play.
Let my life it clearly display,
that I am yours to slay.