Oh,
to be
nothing,
nothing,
Only
to
lie
at
His
feet,
A
broken
and
emptied
vessel,
For
the
Master�s
use
made
meet.
Emptied
that
He
might
fill
me
As
forth
to
His
service
I go;
Broken,
that
so
unhindered,
His
life
through
me
might
show.
Refrain
Oh,
to be
nothing,
nothing,
Only
to
lie
at
His
feet,
A
broken
and
emptied
vessel,
For
the
Master�s
use
made
meet.
Oh,
to be
nothing,
nothing,
Only
as
led
by
His
hand;
A
messenger
at
His
gateway,
Only
waiting
for
His
command;
Only
an
instrument
ready
His
praises
to
sound
at
His
will,
Willing
should
He
not
require
me,
In
silence
to
wait
on
Him
still.
Refrain
Oh,
to be
nothing,
nothing,
Painful
the
humbling
may
be,
Yet
low
in
the
dust
I�d
lay
me
That
the
world
might
my
Savior
see.
Rather
be
nothing,
nothing,
To
Him
let
our
voices
be
raised,
He is
the
Fountain
of
blessing,
He
only
is
meet
to be
praised.
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