Make me Thy fuel, Oh Flame of God.

[Free me] from prayer that asks that I may be 
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee, 
From fearing when I should aspire, 
From faltering when I should climb higher
 From silken self, O Captain, free 
Thy soldier who would follow Thee;

From subtle love of softening things, 
From easy choices, weakening, 
From all that dims Thy Calvary 
O Lamb of God, deliver me.

Give me the love that leads the way,
 The faith that nothing can dismay 
The hope no disappointments tire, 
The passion that will burn like fire; 
Let me not sink to be a clod; 
Make me Thy fuel, Oh Flame of God.

*Amy Carmichael*