338. L. M. Mrs. Cotterill.
For a Life devoted to God's Glory.
1O thou, who hast at thy command
The hearts of all men in thy hand!
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To have no other will but thine.
2Our wishes, our desires, control;
Mould every purpose of the soul;
O'er all may we victorious be
That stands between ourselves and thee.
3Thrice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to thee,
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.
4And while we to thy glory live,
May we to thee all glory give,
Until the final summons come,
That calls thy willing servants home.