O FILL me, Saviour, with Thy deep compassion
For those Thou lovest, even unto death;
To spread Thy fame inspire a living passion,
And use me wholly to my latest breath!
Suffice the past for selfish thought and pleasure,
To Thee, my Lord, henceforth alone I’d live.
All this world’s glories by Thy death I’d measure
But, oh, an echo of Thy love I’d give.