My talents are few, dearest Mas­ter,
Yet I long of some use to be;
Then tell me, I pray Thee, dear Je­sus,
How may I do something for Thee?

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Something for Thee, some­thing for Thee,
Oh, tell me, I pray Thee, dear Mas­ter,
How may I do something for Thee?

I cannot with fiery warn­ings
Make the wicked their guilt to see;
Yet surely some pathway is op­en,
Where I may do something for Thee?

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No riches, alas! can I give Thee,
For they ne­ver have come to me;
But freely I lay on Thy al­tar,
My life, to do something for Thee.

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