God made me for Himself, to serve Him here With love???s pure service and in filial fear; To show His praise, for Him to labor now; Then see His glory where the angels bow. All needful grace was mine, through His dear Son, Whose life and death my full salvation won; The grace that would have strengthened me, and taught; Grace that would crown me when my work was wrought. And I, poor sinner, cast it all away; Lived for the toil or pleasure of each day; As if no Christ had shed His precious blood, As if I owed no homage to my God. O Holy Spirit, with Thy fire divine, Melt into tears this thankless heart of mine; Teach me to love what once I seemed to hate, And live to God, before it be too late.