When I survey it Lord.
The heaviness of even just
the thoughts...
...it becomes a heavy load,
one too heavy to carry it myself.
To you belongs my life,
my all is carried in your love,
each of my days you know them,
before, behind, and besides me is your presence,
within me your tabernacle.
oh, wonderful KING of my life!
I yield full control to you,
if even in my shaky faith you find it pleasing,
if even in my doubt you find it worth of all praise to you.
It surely is my ardent desire to give myself to you,
my God,
to love you first.
