Take my heart, O Father! mold it

In obedience to thy will;

And as ripening years unfold it,

Keep it true and childlike still.

2 Father, keep it pure and lowly,

Strong and brave, yet free from strife,

Turning from the paths unholy

Of a vain or sinful life.

3 Ever let thy might surround it;

Strengthen it with power divine;

Till thy cords of love have bound it,

Father, wholly unto thine.