Lord help me want to do Your will
That Your will I may know,
For of myself I’ve had my fill;
No more myself will sow.
May my heart be surrendered now,
My false self to be lost;
May my will be to let You plough
And never count the cost.
Please, in me sow Your holy crop
And then Your harvest reap.
Don’t let me in self Your will stop–
In Your hands my will keep.
At last, please gather in Your barn
Your harvest of my life,
As I find of my sin I’m shorn
And I am Your delight.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 