Dear Lord, my heart and life I yield,
Submissive to Thy will;
I only ask that I may have
Some troubled place to fill.
I do not yearn for world-wide fame.
But rather to exalt Thy name
I know Thou hast some special task
That Thou wouldst have me to do;
Speak now, My Lord, 'tis all I ask
And may I then be true
To all that Thou desirest of me:
Allow me, now, Thy will to see.
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