Make Me a Captive, Lord

1Make me a captive,
Lord,
And then I shall be free;
Force me to render up my sword,
And I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life's alarms When by myself I stand;
Imprison me within Thine arms,
And strong shall be my hand.

2My heart is weak and poor Till it a master find;
It has no spring of action, sure It varies with the wind.
It cannot freely move Till Thou hast wrought its chain;
Enslave it with Thy matchless love,
And deathless it shall reign.

3My will is not my own Till Thou hast made it Thine;
If it would reach a monarch's throne It must its crown resign;
It only stands unbent,
Amid the clashing strife,
When on Thy bosom it has leant And found in Thee its life.