This is in response to Helen’s prompt at Song Lyric Sunday.
I chose the hymn, All Things Bright and Beautiful by Cecil Frances Alexander. It makes me think of childhood and innocence, when the world is a wonderful place to explore and the beauty of nature is a constant unfolding of amazement.
I was inspired by Linda G Hill who is involved in so many different things to try my hand at Song Lyric Sunday.
I am coloring outside the lines a bit – firstly today is Monday rather than Sunday and then my lyric is from the 1890’s rather than the 1990s and is full of paradox. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgDRQVsmI08
This hymn was written by the poet George Matheson (1842-1906). Despite being almost blind by the age of 18, he became one of the outstanding Scottish Presbyterian ministers of his time. Perhaps his use of paradox arose from his life which was a paradox in itself.
The Lyrics are as follows
|1. Make me a captive, Lord,
and then I shall be free.
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 thou 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 lacks the needed fire to glow,
it lacks 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.