1 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 labour 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;
the grace that would have strengthened me, and taught;
grace that would crown me when my work was wrought.

3 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.

4 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.