The servant's heart cries out

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An eye single the glory of God.

BEHOLD! the servant of the Lord,
   I wait thy guiding hand to feel;
   To hear and keep thy every word,—
   To prove and do thy perfect will:
   Joyful from my own works to cease,
   Glad to fulfil all righteousness.

2 And if thy grace vouchsafe to use,
   The meanest of thy creatures, me,
   The deed, the time, the manner choose;
   Let all my fruit be found of thee :
   Let all my works in thee be wrought,—
   By thee to full perfection brought.

3 My every weak, though 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.

4 Here, 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 and die.
                         Charles Wesley
                         Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)