Jesus, Master, whom I serve,
Though so feebly and so ill,
Strengthen hand and heart and nerve

All Thy bidding to fulfil;
Open Thou mine eyes to see
All the work Thou hast for me.

Lord, Thou needest not, I know,
Service such as I can bring;
Yet I long to prove and show,

Full allegiance to my King.
Thou an honour1 art to me,
Let me be a praise to Thee.

Jesus, Master! wilt Thou use
One who owes Thee more than all?
As Thou wilt! I would not choose,
Only let me hear Thy call.

Jesus! let me always be
In Thy service glad and free.


1 See marginal reading of I Peter 2:7.

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