Take my heart, O Father, mould it

Verse 1

Take my heart, O Father! mold it In obedience to thy will; And, as ripening years unfold it, Keep it true and child-like still.

Verse 2

Father, keep it pure and lowly, Strong and brave, yet free from strife, Turning from the paths unholy Of a vain or sinful life.

Verse 3

Ever let thy might surround it; Strengthen it with power divine, Till thy cords of love have bound it, Father, wholly unto thine.