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Make me a captive Lord And then I shall




Make me a captive, Lord,
And then I shall be free;
Force me to render up my sword,
And I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life’s alarms
When by myself I stand;
Imprison me within Thine arms,
And strong shall be my hand.


My heart is weak and poor
Until it master find;
It has no spring of action sure -
It varies with the wind.
It cannot freely move,
Till Thou hast wrought its chain;
Enslave it with Thy matchless love,
And deathless it shall reign.


My power is faint and low
Till I have learnt to serve;
It wants the needed fire to glow,
It wants the breeze to nerve;
It cannot drive the world,
Until itself be driven;
Its flag can only be unfurled
When Thou shall breathe from heaven.


My will is not my own
Till Thou hast made it Thine;
If it would reach a monarch’s throne
It must its crown resign;
It only stands unbent,
Amid the clashing strife,
When on Thy bosom it has leant
And found in Thee its life.

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LYRICS
Meter: 6 6 8 6 D (D.S.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1890
      Bible Refs: Ps 68:18;
      MUSIC
      Name: ST. THOMAS
      Meter: 6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1770
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        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        6 6 8 6 D (D.S.M.)
        6 6 8 6 D (D.S.M.)
        6 6 8 6 D (D.S.M.)
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