Control me, my God, for Thy glory,
Guide me in ways of Thy choice;
Prevent me, in words I may utter
From reflecting aught else than Thy voice.
Restrain me, O Lord, in Thy mercy,
Form morn to the setting of sun;
Let Thy life, and not mine be apparent,
Thy will, and not mine be done.
Check all my foolish decisions
That are born of the weakness of flesh;
My body and soul with Thy Spirit
Baptize and refill and refresh.
Lead me, my Saviour and Master,
That might walkmay be wholly in Thee;
Hidden in Thee, blessed Jesus,
That Thou shalt be seen and not me.
For in me there is not that is lovely
To be praised and admired by all;
Behind Thine own Cross let me vanish,
That Thy life may attract and enthrall.
My lips, Lord, are so prone to utter
Vain words Thou dost not approve,
So touch them with coals from Thine altar -
Speak through them sweet words of Thy love.
Submitted by May Davidson, Rainnier, Alta