The Lord is king! I own His pow­er,
His right to rule each day and hour;
I own His claim on heart and will,
And His de­mands I would ful­fill.

He claims my heart, to keep it clean
From all de­fil­ing taint of sin;
He claims my will, that I may prove
How swift ob­ed­ience an­swers love.

He claims my hands for ac­tive life
In no­ble deeds and wor­thy strife;
He claims my feet, that in His ways
I may walk bold­ly all my days.

He claims my lips, that pur­est word
In all my con­verse may be heard;
My mo­tives, pass­ions, thoughts, that these
My in­ner life, my king may please.

He claims the bright­ness of my youth,
My ear­nest striv­ings aft­er truth,
My joys, my toil, my crafts­man’s skill;
All have their place, and serve His will.

O Lord my king, I turn to Thee;
Thy loy­al ser­vice makes me free;
My daily task Thou shalt as­sign;
For heart and will and life are Thine.