Here I'm humbly waiting, Father,
Ready now Thy will to do;
Use me in Thy holy service,
Let me prove Thy grace anew.

Here, in consciousness uplifted,
Is my cup of thought made pure;
Fill it with Thy holy message,
With Thy healing, swift and sure.

May the thirsty and the weary
Drink, and be refreshed once more,
Healed and satisfied and strengthened
From Thy loving bounty's store.

Take me, Father; fill me, use me,
Wheresoe'er the need may be;
I, Thy servant, have no purpose,
Save to love and honor Thee.

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October 14, 1939

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