Lyrics

Deliver Me
(poem by Amy Carmichael)

From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I should aspire
From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silken self, O Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.

From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakenings,
(Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the Crucified,)
From all that dims Thy Calvary,
O Lamb of God, deliver me.

Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay
The hope no disappointments tire
The passion that will burn like fire,
Let me not sink to be a clod:
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.

(Note: This poem is found on page 221 in the book “A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael” by Elisabeth Elliot. I gave it this title since it was untitled.)

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