Dear Lord and mas­ter mine,
Thy hap­py ser­vant see;
My con­quer­or, with what joy di­vine
Thy cap­tive clings to Thee!

I love Thy yoke to wear,
To feel Thy gra­cious bands;
Sweetly re­strained by Thy care
And hap­py in Thy hands.

No bar would I re­move,
No bond would I un­bind;
Within the lim­its of Thy love
Full li­ber­ty I find.

I would not walk alone,
But still with Thee, my God;
At every step my blind­ness own,
And ask of Thee the road.

The weak­ness I en­joy
That casts me on Thy breast;
The con­flicts that Thy strength em­ploy
Make me di­vine­ly blest.

Dear Lord and mas­ter mine,
Still keep Thy ser­vant true;
My guard­ian and my guide di­vine
Bring, bring Thy pil­grim through.

My con­quer­or and my king,
Still keep me in Thy train;
And with Thee Thy glad cap­tive bring
When Thou re­turn to reign.