God Made Me For Himself, To Serve Him Here,
With Love’s Pure Service And In Filial Fear;
To Show His Praise, For Him To Labour Now;
Then See His Glory Where The Angels Bow.

All Needful Grace Was Mine Through His Dear Son,
Whose Life And Death My Full Salvation Won;
The Grace That Would Have Strengthened Me, And Taught;
Grace That Would Crown Me When My Work Was Wrought.

And I, Poor Sinner, Cast It All Away;
Lived For The Toil Or Pleasure Of Each Day;
As If No Christ Had Shed His Precious Blood,
As If I Owed No Homage To My God.

O Holy Spirit, With Thy Fire Divine,
Melt Into Tears This Thankless Heart Of Mine;
Teach Me To Love What Once I Seemed To Hate,
And Live To God Before It Be Too Late