Fill me with power for service and use me;
Is there not some work my weak hands can do?
Make me a channel of life and of blessing,
And with the Spirit anoint me anew.
Not one lost soul have I won for Thy kingdom,
All of my life has been fruitless and waste;
Others have joy for the jewels ingathered;
May not my soul of this joy have a taste?
Never before has my soul so an hungered
For Thy infilling, O Spirit of love!
Come to the throne, be my Master and Ruler,
Reign Thou and draw my affections above.
Myself I yield in complete consecration,
Body and spirit and soul to be Thine;
Spirit of power, regard Thou my yearnings,
And fill Thou me with Thy fullness divine.