Use Me (Bonar)

Make use of me

my God!

Let me not be for­got;

A brok­en ves­sel cast aside

One whom Thou need­est not.

I am Thy crea­ture

Lord

And made by hands di­vine;

And I am part

how­ev­er mean

Of this great world of Thine.

Thou us­est all Thy works

The weak­est things that be;

Each has a serv­ice of its own

For all things wait on Thee.

Thou us­est stars on high

The ti­ny drops of dew

The giant peak and lit­tle hill;

My God

Oh use me too!

Thou us­est tree and flow­er

The riv­ers vast and small;

The ea­gle great

the lit­tle bird

That sings up­on the wall.

Thou us­est stretch­ing sea

The lit­tle hid­den lake;

The pine up­on the al­pine cliff

The li­ly in the brake.

The tow­er­ing rock in vale

The sand-grain by the sea

The thun­der of the roll­ing cloud

The mur­mur of the bee.

All things do serve Thee here

All crea­tures

great and small;

Make use of me

of me

my God

The mean­est of them all!