MOVE ME DEAR LORD

Move me, dear Lord, and others I shall move to do Thy will;

mould Thou this life into a vessel fair Thyself to fill;

no charm with which to draw do I possess,

in Thee I find the secret of success.




O touch these yielded lips and through them pour Thy living thought;

I would not give to hungry souls the words that man hath taught;

shall they who seek the bread a stone receive?

It is God's Word alone that can relieve.




How wonderful a channel thus to be, to those forlorn,

a messenger of peace and joy and hope, to them that mourn;

O grant that I Thy risen life may share,

the virtue of Thy name to others bear.




Under the anointing daily let me live, a priest and king;

relying not on fleshly energy Thy smile to win;

a simple soul in contact with my Lord,

in whom all fullness is forever stored.




O teach me, Lord, henceforth with Thee to walk in union deep;

whilst tending other souls not to neglect my own to keep;

a separated soul unto the One

whose grace and love for me so much have done