Is this Thy will, and must I be
A liv­ing wit­ness, Lord, for Thee?
Must I Thy won­drous love re­cord,
And spread Thy prais­es far abroad?

Must I to all Thy saints un­fold
The things which Thou to me hast told?
And shall the eyes of sin­ners see
What Thou hast done for worth­less me?

Wilt Thou no longer me ex­cuse,
And wilt Thou frown if I re­fuse?
O let me have Thy pre­sence still,
And I’ll sub­mit to all Thy will!

Make Thou my path of du­ty plain,
And let Thine arm my soul sus­tain;
Give me new strength, new cour­age here,
And fill my soul with ho­ly fear.

To Thee I de­di­cate the whole,
Thine is my heart, and Thine my soul;
Bless what my fee­ble hand hath wrought,
And take the praise of ev­ery thought.

Wilt Thou, dear Lord, Thine hand­maid own?
Her of­fer­ing with ac­cept­ance crown?
Thy glo­ry is her hum­ble aim:
Eternal glo­ry to Thy name!

Alternate last stan­za:

Wilt Thou, dear Lord, Thine ser­vant own?
My of­fer­ing with ac­cept­ance crown?
Thy glo­ry is my hum­ble aim:
Eternal glo­ry to Thy name!