1 | Lord, Thou art a potter skilled |
| And a glorious builder too, |
| Molding for Thy vessel great, |
| Building with Thy house in view. |
| I am both a man of clay |
| And a new-made living stone, |
| That Thy vessel I may be |
| And the temple Thou wouldst own. |
2 | Though of clay Thou madest us, |
| Thou wouldst have us be transformed; |
| With Thy life as purest gold, |
| Unto precious stones conformed. |
| We shall, through Thy building work, |
| Then become Thy loving Bride, |
| In one Body joined to Thee, |
| That Thy heart be satisfied. |
3 | What Thy heart desires and loves |
| Are not precious stones alone, |
| But together these to build |
| For Thy glory, for Thy home. |
| Thou, the all-inclusive Christ, |
| Dost a builded Church require, |
| That Thy glorious riches may |
| Radiate their light entire. |
4 | Not the person spiritual |
| In an individual way, |
| But the corporate life expressed |
| Will Thy hearts desire display. |
| Members separate and detached |
| Neer express Thee perfectly, |
| But Thy Body tempered, built, |
| Ever shall Thy fulness be. |
5 | Build me, Lord, with other saints, |
| Independence neer allow, |
| But according to Thy plan |
| Fitly frame and join me now. |
| In experience not my boast, |
| Nor in gifts would be my pride; |
| For Thy building I give all, |
| That Thou may be glorified. |