Behold the servant of the Lord
I wait Thy guiding eye to feel
To hear and keep Thy every word
To prove and do Thy perfect will
Joyful from my own works to cease
Glad to fulfil all righteousness
Me if Thy grace vouchsafe to use
Meanest of all Thy creatures, me
The deed, the time, the manner choose
Let all my fruit be found of Thee
Let all my works in Thee be wrought
By Thee to full perfection brought
My every weak though good design
O'errule or change, as seems Thee meet
Jesus, let all my work be Thine
Thy work, O Lord, is all complete
And pleasing in Thy Father's sight
Thou only hast done all things right
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Here then to Thee Thine own I leave
Mould as Thou wilt Thy passive clay
But let me all Thy stamp receive
But let me all Thy words obey
Serve with a single heart and eye
And in Thy glory live and die
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