Oh, to be no­thing, no­thing,
Only to lie at His feet,
A brok­en and emp­tied ves­sel,
For the Mas­ter’s use made meet.
Emptied that He might fill me
As forth to His ser­vice I go;
Broken, that so un­hin­dered,
His life through me might show.

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Oh, to be no­thing, no­thing,
Only to lie at His feet,
A brok­en and emp­tied ves­sel,
For the Mas­ter’s use made meet.

Oh, to be no­thing, no­thing,
An ar­row hid in His hand;
A mes­sen­ger at His gate­way,
Only wait­ing for His com­mand;
Only an in­stru­ment, rea­dy
For Him to use at His will,
And will­ing, should He not re­quire me,
In pat­ience to wait on Him still.

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Oh, to be no­thing, no­thing,
Though pain­ful the hum­bling be,
Yet low in the dust I’d lay me
That the world might my Sav­ior see.
Rather be no­thing, no­thing,
To Him let our voic­es be raised,
He is the Fount­ain of bless­ing,
He on­ly is meet to be praised.

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Yet e’en as my plead­ing ris­es,
A voice seems with mine to blend,
And whis­pers, in lov­ing ac­cents,
I call thee not ser­vant, but friend;
Fellow-worker with Me I call thee,
Sharing My sor­row and joy—
Fellow-heir to the glo­ry I have above,
The trea­sure with­out al­loy.

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Oh! love so free, so bound­less!
Which, lift­ing me, lays me low­er
At the foot­stool of Je­sus, my ris­en Lord,
To wor­ship and ad­ore—
Which fills me with deep­er long­ing
To have no­thing di­vid­ing my heart,
My all giv­en up to Je­sus,
Not keep­ing back a part.

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Thine may I be, Thine on­ly,
Till called by Thee to share
The glo­ri­ous hea­ven­ly man­sions
Thou art gone be­fore to pre­pare;
My heart and soul are yearn­ing
To see Thee face to face,
With un­fet­tered tongue to praise Thee
For such heights and depths of grace.

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