Chosen not for good in me

Verse 1

Chosen not for good in me, Waked from coming wrath to flee, Hidden in the Savior’s side, By the Spirit sanctified— Teach me, Lord, on earth to show By my love, how much I owe.

Verse 2

Oft I walk beneath the cloud, Dark as midnight’s gloomy shroud: But, when fear is at the height, Jesus comes, and all is light; Blessèd Jesus! bid me show Doubting saints how much I owe.

Verse 3

Oft the nights of sorrow reign— Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain; But a night Thine anger burns— Morning comes, and joy returns: God of comforts! bid me show To Thy poor how much I owe.

Verse 4

When in flowery paths I tread, Oft by sin I’m captive led; Oft I fall, but still arise— Jesus comes—the tempter flies; Blessèd Jesus! bid me show Weary sinners all I owe.