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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.
 
2  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.
 
3  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.
 
4  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