Katharine Tynan Hinkson (1861–1931)

NOW wilt me take for Jesus’ sake,

Nor cast me out at all;

I shall not fear the foe awake,

Saved by thy City wall;

But in the night without affright

Shall hear him steal without,

Who may not scale thy wall of might,

Thy bastion, nor redoubt.

Full well I know that to the foe

Wilt yield me not for aye,

Unless mine own hand should undo

The gates that are my stay—

My folly and pride should open wide

Thy doors and set me free

’Mid tigers striped and panthers pied

Far from thy liberty.

Unless by debt myself I set

Outside thy loving ken,

And yield myself by weight of debt

Unto my fellow-men;

Deal with my guilt Thou as Thou wilt,

And ‘Hold!’ I shall not cry,

So I be thine in storm and shine,

Thine only till I die.