Thou art, O Lord, and I were naught indeed,
Hadst Thou not met my overpowering need;
Hadst Thou not stooped to lift me up to Thee,
I had been lost through all eternity.

A vessel offered for Thy service, Lord,
Unless 'tis empty cannot hold Thy Word;
Unless 'tis broken will not show the light
Which, shining, puts all enemies to flight.

I cannot trust my thoughts away from Thee,
They wandering lose that sweet simplicity
Which nearness to Thyself must ever give;
Then keep me close to Thee, the while I live.

Saved, emptied, and made nigh to Thee, O Lord,
What wondrous possibilities afford
Thine own. Oh, hide us, keep us, may we be
As those who serve, and wait, and watch for Thee. Helen McDowell