Arthur Sullivan - Make me a captive, Lord - текст песни (слова)

1. Make me a captive, Lord, 
  And then I shall be fre;
  Force me to render up my sword,
  And I shall conqueror be.
  I sink in life's alarms
  When by myself I stand;
  Imprison me within Thine arms,
  And strong shall be my hand.
 
 2. 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 though hast wrought its chain;
  Enslave it with Thy matchless love,
  And deathless it shall reign.
 
 3. My power 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 driven;
  Its flag can only be unfurled
  When Thou shalt breathe from heaven.
 
 4. 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 it has leant
  And found in Thee its life.