1 O Saviour, Thou whose pitying love
Has made a place for me,
Whose touch has healed a broken heart,
And turned its love to Thee.

2 Thou who hast changed a barren life
To verdant summer land,
And filled my cup to overflow
By Thine abundant hand.

3 Oh magnify Thy wondrous grace
In this poor heart of mine,
That all the energies of life
Henceforward may be Thine.

4 And touch the broken, voiceless chords
Which long have silent lain,
That filled with melody may be
The hours that still remain.

5 Thus may the world that reads my life
A risen Saviour see,
And own that life lived out in Him
In constant victory.