Lord of Spirits, I Surrender

Lord of spirits, I surrender
For Thy use Thy gifts to me:
O but show Thy mercy tender
When my song no more shall be;
More and more my heart’s aflutter
With the thoughts I may not utter,
While life’s riddle great I ponder.

Let my laurels in oblivion
Turn to dust, I shall rejoice
If my soul, renewed, is given
There to sing with sacred voice,
If, in accents pure and glorious,
I may join the hymn victorious
At Thy throne to harps of Heaven.

Author: Unknown

The hymn text appears in a style reminiscent of 19th-century Romantic or early 20th-century sacred poetry but does not match any well-known works by major hymnists such as Charles Wesley, Fanny Crosby, or Horatius Bonar. No clear attribution to a specific author is evident from the provided verses; it may be a translation or lesser-known piece.