1 These hands are very little,
Still, whatsoe'er they hold
I offer Thee, dear Savior;
I would my hands were gold.

2 My feet are very little,
They cannot travel far;
But they can follow meekly,
Judea's Guiding Star.

3 My speech is very little,
My words are few and poor;
But I can sing of Jesus,
That blessed song of yore.

4 O Savior, Thou art speaking--
What dost Thou say to me?
Thou dwellest with the lowly!
My heart Thy home shall be.