Chosen not for good in me,
Wakened up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Saviour’s side,
By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.
Oft I walk beneath the cloud,
Dark as midnight’s gloomy shroud;
But, what fear is at the height,
Jesus comes, and all is light:
Blessed Jesus! Bid me show
Doubting saints how much I owe.
When in flowery paths I tread,
Oft by sin I’m captive led;
Oft I fall, but still arise;
The Spirit comes—the tempter flies;
Blessed Spirit! Bid me show
Weary sinners all I owe.
Oft the nights of sorrow reign—
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain,
But a night Thine anger burns—
Morning comes, and joy returns:
God of comforts! Bid me show
To thy poor, how much I owe.
—Memoir and Remains of Robert Murray M’Cheyne,
I Am Debtor, Andrew A. Bonar