Tune me, O Lord, into one harmony With Thee, one full responsive vibrant chord; Unto Thy praise, all love and melody, Tune me, O Lord. Thus need I flee nor death nor fire nor sword: A little while these be, then cease to be; And sent by Thee not these should be abhorred. Devil and world gird me with strength to flee, To flee the flesh, and arm me with Thy word: As Thy Heart is to my heart, unto Thee Tune me, O Lord. |