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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2010-08-15). Score information: A4, 1 page, 18 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Based on version in Church Hymnary, 1927.
General Information
Title: Make me a captive, Lord
Composer: Arthur Sullivan
Tune: Leominster
Lyricist: George Matheson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 66. 86. D (S.M.D.)
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard
First published:
Description: An arrangement by Sullivan of a hymn by George William Martin (1828-81)
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
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.