BEHOLD the servant of the Lord! I wait Thy guiding hand to feel, To hear and keep Thy every word, To prove and do Thy perfect will; Ready from my own works to cease, Glad to fulfil all righteousness.
O may my life be fit for use, Meanest of all Thy creatures, me: The deed, the time, the manner choose, Let all my fruit be found of Thee; Let all my works in Thee be wrought, By Thee to full perfection brought.
My every weak, though good design, O’errule, or change, as seems Thee fit; Jesus, let all my work be Thine! Thy work, O Lord, is all complete, And pleasing in Thy Father’s sight; Thou only hast done all things right.
Here then to Thee Thine own I leave; Mould as Thou wilt Thy passive clay; But let me all Thy stamp receive, And let me all Thy words obey, Serve with a single heart and eye, And to Thy glory live and die.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88