A Gift From South Africa, and From Jesus

3/3/2006

In all things to know

God’s Will, His pleasure, His Plan

From my heart he must ban

the thoughts so wicked, so low

And how shall He accomplish this

Drive all my wickedness into the abyss?

It is in dying, Oh my soul

that He shall in me attain His goal

So that for Him I shall live

To Him alone, all things I give

My soul there is no other way

To come unto His glory, to stay

So! surrender, yield—at His feet lay all

That He become great

That you become small