Oh Lord, how I tremble,
Could it be, you would use me?
So small, and how feeble,
Is it true, I represent you?
Oh me, I am but a worm,
Nothing to glory that is definitely me.
Yet how, my heart yearns,
To show love, that comes from above.
I see, thy blood cleans,
My very core, for my sin you bore.
Then Lord, by all means,
I will not strife, use all of my life.