O! To Be Nothing

O! to be nothing, nothing, Only to lie at his feet, A broken and emptied vessel, For the Master' s use made meet. Emptied, that he might fill me, As forth to his service I go; Broken, that so unhindered, His life through me might flow.

O! to be nothing, nothing, Only to lie at his feet, A broken and emptied vessel, For the Master' s use made meet.

O! to be nothing, nothing, Only as led by his hand; A messenger at his gateway, Only waiting for his command; Only an instrument ready His praises to sound at his will; Willing, should he not require me, In silence to wait on him still.

O! to be nothing, nothing, Painful the humbling may be; Yet low in the dust I' d lay me That the world my Savior might see. Rather be nothing, nothing- To him let their voices be raised; He is the fountain of blessing, Yes, worthy is he to be praised.