1 Behold the servant of the Lord!
I wait thy guiding eye to feel,
To hear and keep thy ev'ry word,
To prove and do thy perfect will;
Joyful from my own works to cease,
Glad to fulfil all righteousness.
2 Me if thy grace vouchsafe to use,
Meanest of all thy creatures, me,
The deed, the time, the manner chuse,
Let all my fruit be found of thee;
Let all my works in thee be wrought,
By thee to full perfection brought.
3 My ev'ry weak, though good design,
O’er-rule, or change, as seems thee meet;
Jesu, 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.
4 Here then to thee thy 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 to thy glory live and die.
Source: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious: collected from various authors #LXXXIII
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