Father, let me dedicate

Father, let me dedicate,
all this year to thee,
in whatever worldly state
thou wilt have me be:
not from sorrow, pain or care,
freedom dare I claim;
this alone shall be my prayer,
glorify thy Name.

Can a child presume to choose
where or how to live?
Can a Father's love refuse
all the best to give?
More thou givest every day
than the best can claim
nor withholdest aught that may
glorify thy Name.

If thou callest to the cross,
and its shadow come,
turning all my gain to loss,
shrouding heart and home;
let me think how thy dear Son
to his glory came,
and in deepest woe pray on,
"Glorify thy Name."

If in mercy thou wilt spare
joys that yet are mine;
if on life, serene and fair,
brighter rays may shine;
let my glad heart, while it sings,
thee in all proclaim,
And, whate'er the future brings,
glorify thy Name.

Words: Lawrence Tuttiett, 1864

Music: Father, Let me Dedicate; Perranporth, Princethorpe

Meter: 75 75 D

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