Consecration
Lord, my greatest is so little,
And my most is yet so small
When I measure it with Jesus
There is nothing left at all,
And I hesitate to answer
When I hear Thee call.
Can the Lord who owns the cattle
On a thousand fertile hills,
He who speaks in voice commanding
And the angry water stills,
Can the Lord who died for sinners
On the cross of Calvary
Use me, even in my weakness?
Yes, for He demands of me
Perfect strength, and then He gives it
In His all-sufficiency.
Take my greatest, Lord, ‘tis nothing;
And my strongest, though ‘tis less,
Thou canst use the little, Father,
And the humble offering bless;
I will serve Thee, Lord, forever,
And Thy glorious name confess.
By Barbara C. Ryberg