1 BEHOLD the servant of the Lord! I wait thy guiding eye to feel, To hear, and keep thine every word, To prove, and do thy perfect will: Joyful from all my works to cease, Glad to fulfil all righteousness.
2 Me if thy grace vouchsafe to use, Meanest of all thy creatures me, The deed, the time, the manner chuse; 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’er-rule, or change as seems thee meet; Jesus, let all the work be thine; Thy work, O Lord, is all-compleat, 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 the passive clay; But let me all thy stamp receive, But let me all thy words obey; Serve with a single heart and eye, And to thy glory live and die.
The _End_ of the _Fourteenth Volume_.