Let all my works in thee be wrought,
By thee to full perfection brought.
3 My every weak, though good design,
O’er-rule, or change as seems thee meet;
Jesus, let all the work be thine;
Thy work, O Lord, is all-compleat,
And pleasing in thy Father’s sight;
Thou only hast done all things right.
4 Here then to thee thine own I leave,
Mould as thou wilt the passive clay;