Worship is the captive will,
Hidden deep in Him;
Nothing in our hearts but love:
These filled to the brim.
Hearts that bow before the Lord
Lost in loving gaze,
Viewing what a love He gave,
Filled with holy praise;
Looking at His lovely form
With an eye of faith,
Thinking nought of world and self,
Only what He saith;

Resting in the arms of Him
Who o'er all hath sway,
Willing He should take our wills,
Make them will His way.
Counting self as nothing worth,
Jesus Christ as all;
Losing our whole self in Him,
Caught in love's sweet thrall.
Worship lies in bended wills
Rather than bent knees.
The secret of a life of praise
Is Jesus Christ to please.


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