O not to fill the mouth of fame

Verse 1

Oh, not to fill the mouth of fame My longing soul is stirred; Oh, give me a diviner name! Call me thy servant, Lord!

Verse 2

No longer would my soul be known As uncontrolled and free; Oh, not mine own, oh, not mine own! Lord, I belong to thee!

Verse 3

Thy servant, me thy servant choose; Naught of thy claim abate! The glorious name I would not lose, Nor change the sweet estate.

Verse 4

In life, in death, on earth, in heaven, This is the name for me! The same sweet style and title given Through all eternity.