God Made Me for Himself

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 la­bor 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.