Scripture Verse

Present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God. Romans 12:1


Horatius Bonar (1808–1889)

Words: Ho­ra­ti­us Bo­nar, Hymns of Faith and Hope, se­cond ser­ies (Lon­don: James Nis­bet, 1861), pag­es 240–41, alt.

Music: Ba­dea Ger­man tune (🔊 pdf nwc).


Make use of me, my God!
Let me not be forgot;
A broken vessel cast aside,
One whom Thou needest not.

I am Thy creature, Lord,
And made by hands divine;
And I am part, however mean,
Of this great world of Thine.

Thou usest all Thy works,
The weakest things that be;
Each has a service of its own,
For all things wait on Thee.

Thou usest stars on high,
The tiny drops of dew,
The giant peak and little hill;
My God, Oh use me too!

Thou usest tree and flower,
The rivers vast and small;
The eagle great, the little bird
That sings upon the wall.

Thou usest stretching sea,
The little hidden lake;
The pine upon the alpine cliff,
The lily in the brake.

The towering rock in vale,
The sand-grain by the sea,
The thunder of the rolling cloud,
The murmur of the bee.

All things do serve Thee here,
All creatures, great and small;
Make use of me, of me, my God,
The meanest of them all!