Uploaded October 2017 | Updated September 2026, 3 days ago

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Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Text: Charles Wesley | Tune: MAGDALEN

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.