GOD made me for Himself, to serve Him here, With love’s pure service and in filial fear; To show His praise, for Him to labour now; Then see His glory where the angels bow.
All needful grace was giv’n through His dear Son, Whose life and death has full salvation won; Grace that can bring the soul to life and power, And take to glory when this life is o’er.
And I, poor sinner, cast it all away; Lived for the toil or pleasure of each day; As if no Christ had shed His precious blood, As if I owed no homage to my God.
O Holy Spirit, with Thy fire divine, Melt into tears this sinful heart of mine; Teach me to love what once I seemed to hate, And live to God before it is too late.
Henry Williams Baker, 1821-77‡