I want to honor You,
In everything I do,
As saints before proclaimed the Lord.
For I’ve been given much,
And privileged as such,
The more I’m blessed, the greater test.
By nature I would not,
Obey You as I ought,
but serve my lusts and damn the just.
Inclined to hate and spurn,
Your holy Law and Word,
And keep for me my offering.
Without You, I am damned,
The worst of every man,
Offending, not attending You.
I tremble lest You say,
“Because you disobey,
Depart My sight — you I despise.”
I want to honor You,
In everything I do,
I need Your might to do what’s right.
Oh, gird me in Your truth,
Your glory be my proof,
And let my tongue make Your name known.
Make up what’s lax in me,
And give me sanctity,
To demonstrate that You are great.
And fill me so complete,
That when men speak of me,
The can’t so do, but speak of You.