Take Me as Thy Tool, O Lord

Take me as Thy tool

O Lord;

Use me as thou wilt.

Wash me with Thy cleans­ing pow­er

Thy blood so free­ly spilt.

I ask no oth­er thing

No other fer­vent plea

But this one thing I ask

O Lord:

Let me be ruled by Thee.

Take me as Thy tool

O Lord;

Sanctify my all.

Take my life

my love

my will

Tune me to hear Thy call.

My life is lived in vain

If it is not for Thee;

So let me die to self to­day

And come Thou

live in me.

Take me as Thy tool

O Lord;

Purge me in Thy flame.

Use me by Thy skill­ful hand

Bring glo­ry to Thy name.

No work do I de­sire

No thing in all the earth

But that which Thou dost give to me

Of true

eter­nal worth.

Take me as Thy tool

O Lord;

Mold me for Thy tasks.

Here I lie

to wait to do

All that Thy serv­ice asks.

Lord

I am not mine own

For Thou hast pur­chased me;

So take con­trol of all I am

And so I shall be free.

Take me as Thy tool

O Lord;

Lead me to the skies;

Make my life all that Thou seest

As best in Thine own eyes.

If I should live or die

It mat­ters not as long

As my whole life doth make Thee smile

A sweet and pleas­ing song.

Take me as Thy tool

O Lord;

When my work is done

Let my life be well to Thee

And let the prize be won.

For Thee I live to­day

For Thee I glad shall be

Laid down

if I may one day sing

Thy praise eter­nal­ly.