Let Me Die
O God, my heart doth long for Thee,
Let me die! Let me die!
Now set my soul at liberty,
Let me die! Let me die!
Die to the trifling things of earth,
They’re now to me of little worth;
My Saviour calls—I’m going forth;
Let me die! Let me die!
Thy slaying power in me display,
Let me die! Let me die!
I must be dead from day to day,
Let me die! Let me die!
Dead to the world and its applause,
To all the customs, fashions, laws
Of those who hate the humbling cross;
Let me die! Let me die!
My friends may say I’ll ruined be,
If I die! If I die!
If I leave all and follow Thee,
But I’ll die! But I’ll die!
Their arguments will never weigh,
Nor stand the trying Judgment Day,
Help me to cast them all away;
Let me die! Let me die!
Oh, I must die to scoffs and sneers,
Let me die! Let me die!
I must be free from slavish fears,
Let me die! Let me die!
So dead that no desire will rise
To appear good or great or wise
In any but my Savior’s eyes;
Let me die! Let me die!
When I am dead, then, Lord, to Thee
Will I live, will I live.
My time, my strength, my all, to Thee
Will I give, will I give.
I’ll work with Thee, my blessed Lord;
I’ll be obedient to Thy Word;
I’ll wield with power the gospel sword,
While I live, while I live.