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