When To Thee, O Lord
When to Thee my Lord I return
After the days of my mortality,
Let me not to damnation arrive
At the bitter side of eternity.
Purge me Oh Lord of all guilt
That could deprive me of You,
And never let my heart ever fail
On what I hold the most true.
Hold my hands, guide my feet,
As a parent does to a little child;
Lead me through The Ancient path
That leads to Your glorious side.
O what would be my defence
If despite the blood of Your Son,
My soul fails to make it Home
After all is being said and done?!
O, if the wings on which I fly
Are wheels of peril in disguise,
Break them beyond any repairs
And let me the truth realise.
For I was once so close to fire
That I still smell of its smoke;
Ah! Why again would I be a fool
To bear a surrendered yoke?!
And so I pray when I return
After the end of this mortal life:
"May I be worthy of that crown
That surpasses every strife.
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