JESUS, Master, whom I serve, Though so feebly and so ill, Strengthen hand and heart and nerve All Thy bidding to fulfil; Open Thou mine eyes to see All the work Thou hast for me. Lord, Thou needest not, I know, Service such as I can bring; Yet I long to prove and show Full allegiance to my King. Thou an honor art to me, Let me be a praise to Thee. Jesus, Master! wilt Thou use One who owes Thee more than all? As thou wilt! I would not choose, Only let me hear Thy call. Jesus! let me always be In Thy service glad and free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HARRY PLOUGHMAN by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (2) by MARIE DE FRANCE THE LAMP [LAMPE] by HENRY VAUGHAN TO A HIGHLAND GIRL; AT INVERSNAID, UPON LOCH LOMOND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WEST END FAIR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |