991    L.M.     Augustus Toplady
“Their strength is to sit still.” Isa. 30. 7, 15

1 Emptied of earth I fain would be,
  The world, myself, and all but thee;
  Only reserved for Christ that died,
  Surrendered to the Crucified.

2 Sequestered from the noise and strife,
  The lust, the pomp, the pride of life;
  For heaven alone my heart prepare,
  And have my conversation there.

3 Constrain my soul thy sway to own;
  Self-will, self-righteousness dethrone;
  Each idol tread beneath thy feet,
  And to thyself the conquest get.

4 Detach from sublunary joys
  One that would only hear thy voice.
  Thy beauty see, thy grace admire,
  Nor glow but with celestial fire.

5 Larger communion let me prove
  With thee, blest Object of my love;
  But O for this no power have I!
  My strength is at thy feet to lie.