Oh
to be nothing
nothing!
Only to lie at His feet
A broken and emptied vessel—
For the Master’s use made meet!
Emptied that He might fill me
As forth to His service I go;
Broken
that so unhindered
His life through me might flow.
Only as led by His hand—
A messenger at His gateway
Only waiting for His command;
Only an instrument ready
His praises to sound at His will—
Willing
should He not require me
In silence to wait on Him still.
Painful the humbling may be!
Yet low in the dust I’d lay me
That the world might my Savior see!
Rather be nothing
To Him let their voices be raised!
He is the fountain of blessing
He only is meet to be praised!
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