Consecration

Lyrics

There then to Thee Thine own I leave,
Mould as Thou wilt Thy passive clay;
But let me all Thy stamp receive,
But let me all Thy words obey:
Serve with a single heart and eye,
And to Thy glory live or die.

My ev’ry weak, tho’ good design,
O’errule, or change, as seems thee meet;
Jesus, let all my work be Thine.
Thy work, O Lord, is all complete:
And pleasing in thy Father’s sight;
Thou only hast done all things right.