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LORD, HERE I BRING MYSELF.

LORD, here I bring myself,
'Tis all I have to give,
My heart's desire is wholly this,
Henceforth for Thee to live;

To own no will but Thine,
To suffer loss or shame,
All things to bear, if only I
May glorify Thy name;

Henceforth mine every power
Each day for Thee to use,
My hands, my feet, my lips, mine all,
As Thou, my Lord, shalt choose.

Dear Lord, my constant prayer
Is for increase of grace,
That I by faith may walk with Thee,
Till I behold Thy face.

Beautiful poem there RR144:

It requires a stronger command of the English language to compose arrangements like that than what yours truly is endowed with I'm afraid.
My late mother was something of a poet among her many other admirable qualities and I actually had the opportunity on one occasion to read some poetry that her father (who I unfortunately never even met) had written that I found to be even VERY impressive. But evidently certain gifts tend to skip generations at times.

Agape love;
Sol