English poem
Hymn III. Long Metre. Holy Resolution
by Anonymous
Ah, wretched souls, who strive in vain! Slaves to the world and slaves to sin! A nobler toil may I sustain, A nobler satisfaction win.
I would resolve with all my heart, With all my powers to serve the Lord; Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward.
O be his service all my joy, Around let my example shine; Till others love the bless'd employ, And join in labours so divine.
Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determin'd choice; To yield to his supreme control, And in his kind commands rejoice.
O may I never faint nor tire, Nor wander from thy sacred ways; Great God, accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise.