1 God made me for himself, to serve him here
with love's pure service and in filial fear;
to show his praise, to labour for him now,
then see his glory where the angels bow.

2 All needful grace was mine through his dear Son
whose life and death my full salvation won;
grace that would give me strength and hold me fast,
grace that would seal and crown my work at last.

3 And I, poor sinner, threw it all away,
lived for the work or pleasure of each day
as if no Christ had shed his precious blood,
as if I owed no homage to my God.

4 O Holy Spirit, with your 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 is too late.

Jubilate Hymns version of God made me for himself, to serve him here Henry W Baker (1821 - 1877)
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