A Call to Advance

[i]From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from the winds that beat on Thee,
From faltering when I should aspire,
From sinking, when I should climb higher,
From silken self, Oh Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.

From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakenings,
Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the Crucified.
From all that dims thy Calvary,
Oh, Lamb of God, deliver me.[/i]

-Amy Charmichael