Lord, Thou art a potter skilled

Lord

Thou art a potter skilled

And a glorious builder too

Molding for Thy vessel great

Building with Thy house in view.

I am both a man of clay

And a new-made living stone

That Thy vessel I may be

And the temple Thou wouldst own.

Though of clay Thou madest us

Thou wouldst have us be transformed;

With Thy life as purest gold

Unto precious stones conformed.

We shall

through Thy building work

Then become Thy loving Bride

In one Body joined to Thee

That Thy heart be satisfied.

What Thy heart desires and loves

Are not precious stones alone

But together these to build

For Thy glory

for Thy home.

Thou

the all-inclusive Christ

Dost a builded Church require

That Thy glorious riches may

Radiate their light entire.

Not the person spiritual

In an individual way

But the corporate life expressed

Will Thy heart’s desire display.

Members separate and detached

Ne’er express Thee perfectly

But Thy Body tempered

built

Ever shall Thy fulness be.

Build me

Lord

with other saints

Independence ne’er allow

But according to Thy plan

Fitly frame and join me now.

In experience not my boast

Nor in gifts would be my pride;

For Thy building I give all

That Thou may be glorified.