I am yours

My Lord, O' how you are,
  Shine brighter than the midnight star.
My Light that guides me down this path.
  Mightier than all, its you I hath.
To raise my hands in repentance a new,
  A fresh soul like morning dew.
Praise you till the day is end,
  Your right hand, for me you lend.
Thy gives steadfast love to all who see.
  My chains of sin scattered, I stand free.
To kiss such feet of high sovereign grace,
  And touch the skin of your perfect face.
You were, and are, and are to come.
  Thy will be done, thy glory be filled in some.
But for all be judged by your hand alone,
  Many hearts will break away,
  but in your love mine shall stay as stone.