Make Me A Captive, Lord

Whoever finds his life will lose it, 
and whoever loses his life
for my sake will find it.
 
Matthew 10:39

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Make me a captive, Lord, 
and then I shall be free; 
force me to render up my sword, 
and I shall conqu'ror be;
I sink in life's alarms
when by myself I stand; 
imprison me within thine arms, 
and strong shall be my hand. 

My heart is weak and poor
until it master find;
it has no spring of action sure -
it varies with the wind;
it cannot freely move
till thou hast wrought its chain;
enslave it with thy matchless love,
and deathless it shall reign.

My pow'r is faint and low
till I have learned to serve;
it wants the needed fire to glow,
it wants the breeze to nerve;
it cannot drive the world
until itself be driv'n;
its flag can only be unfurled
when thou shalt breathe from heav'n.

My will is not my own
till thou hast made it thine; 
if it would reach a monarch's throne, 
it must its crown resign; 
it only stands unbent, 
amid the clashing strife, 
when on thy bosom I have leaned, 
and found in thee its life.