Serve the Lord with gladness. Psalm 100:2
Words: Philip Doddridge (1702–1751). Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton, 1755), number 294:
Christ’s love to the church in giving Himself for it.
My gracious Lord, I own Thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight
To hear Thy dictates, and obey.
What is my being but for Thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thy ever smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a friend?
I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
’Tis to my Savior I would live;
To Him, who for my ransom died;
Nor could untainted Eden give
Such bliss as crowns me at His side.
His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
His love hath animating power.