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