An Eye Single to the Glory of the Lord

Verse 1

Behold the servant of the Lord! I wait thy guiding eye to feel, To hear and keep thy ev'ry word, To prove and do thy perfect will; Joyful from my own works to cease, Glad to fulfil all righteousness.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

My ev'ry weak, though good design, O’er-rule, or change, as seems thee meet; Jesu, let all my work be thine! Thy work, O Lord, is all compleat, And pleasing in thy Father’s sight; Thou only hast done all things right.

Verse 4

Here then to thee thy own I leave, Mould as thou wilt thy 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.