Make Use Of Me My God


Make use of me, my God;
Let me not be forgot,
A broken vessel, cast aside,
One whom Thou needest not.

Thou usest all Thy works,
The weakest things that be;
Each has a service of its own,
For all things wait on Thee.

All things do serve Thee here,
All creatures, great and small;
Make use of me-of me, my God,
The weakest of them all.