Verse 1
Goods, and time, and gifts, and grace,
And life is not my own,
Nothing I from Christ possess
But for his use alone:
In his family employ’d,
A steward of his mysteries I
Daily with the word of God
His people’s wants supply.
Verse 2
Master, Lord, on me confer
The tender zeal of love,
Then I shall my faithful care
Over thy church approve,
Gladly all my talents spend
With constant, wise fidelity,
Serve thy people to the end,
And live and die for Thee.