The Lord is King! I own His pow’r,
His right to rule each day and hour;
I own His claim on heart and will,
And His demands I would fulfill.
He claims my heart, to keep it clean
From all defiling taint of sin;
He claims my will, that I may prove
How swift obedience answers love.
He claims my hands for active life
In noble deeds and worthy strife;
He claims my feet, that in His ways
I may walk boldly all my days.
He claims my lips, that purest word
In all my converse may be heard;
My motives, passions, thoughts, that these
My inner life, my King may please.
He claims the brightness of my youth,
My earnest strivings after truth,
My joys, my toil, my craftsman’s skill;
All have their place, and serve His will.
O Lord my King, I turn to Thee;
Thy loyal service makes me free;
My daily task Thou shalt assign;
For heart and will and life are Thine.