Fill Thou My Life

Fill Thou my life

O Lord my God

In ev­ery part with praise

That my whole be­ing may pro­claim

Thy be­ing and Thy ways.

Not for the lip of praise alone

Nor e’en the prais­ing heart

I ask

but for a life made up

Of praise in ev­ery part!

Praise in the com­mon words I speak

Life’s com­mon looks and tones

In fel­low­ship in hearth and board

With my be­lov­èd ones;

Not in the tem­ple crowd alone

Where ho­ly voic­es chime

But in the si­lent paths of earth

The qui­et rooms of time.

Fill ev­ery part of me with praise;

Let all my be­ing speak

Of Thee and of Thy love

O Lord

Poor though I be

and weak.

So shalt Thou

Lord

from me

e’en me

Receive the glo­ry due;

And so shall I be­gin on earth

The song for­ev­er new.

So shall each fear

each fret

each care

Be turned in­to a song

And ev­ery wind­ing of the way

The echo shall pro­long;

So shall no part of day or night

From sac­red­ness be free;

But all my life

in ev­ery step

Be fel­low­ship with Thee.