OH, TO BE NOTHING
1. 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
unhinder'd
His life through me
might flow.
2, Oh to be
nothing, nothing!
Only as led by His
hand;
A messenger at His
gateway,
Only waiting for
His command.
Only an instrument
ready
His praises to
sound at His will;
Willing, should He
not require me,
In silence to wait
on Him still.
3. Oh to be nothing,
nothing!
Painful the
humbling may be,
Yet low in the dust
I'd lay me
That the world
might my Saviour 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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