Mission

Oh wretched man
That I have been and am
Had it not for Your hand
And Calvary’s sacred stand

The torrents assail
The thoughts like a gale
Striking harder than hail
And I soon fail

Sinking with my mind
Forsaking my Savior behind
Into the valleys I wind
And will my eyes blind

But Your will is higher
Even than my deepest desire
And I find You never tire
Until I humbly inquire

If You still love me
If I can beg You to be free
If I can be but a servant and see
The day of Your glory

But where sin abounds
Grace’s triumph resounds
With peace thundering the ground
In a quiet whisper You announce

That I am still a child
Your son though weak and wild
Though wandering and defiled
And I am beguiled

That You can capture
With reassurance enrapture
Raising my eyes to the rafters
Still promising ever after

God You are beyond description
I can but fall in submission
That Your dreams may reach fruition
Here I am, give me my mission