At Thy Feet

1O Lord, who hidest all our shame Beneath Thy crimsoned hand,
We feel Thy touch, we trust Thy name,
We yield to Thy command.

2We had no courage in the strife,
No shelter in retreat;
But Thou hast glorified our life,— We lay it at Thy feet.

3Be Thou our King— our hearts are Thine— Do with us as Thou wilt,
So nevermore Thy love divine Be wounded for our guilt.

4We ask no ease nor joyous hours To use for self alone;
Take Thou our thoughts, our ransomed pow'rs,
And make them all Thine own.