Present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God.@Romans 12:1
Horatius Bonar (1808–1889)

Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope, second series (London: James Nisbet, 1861), pages 240–41, alt.

Badea German melody (🔊 pdf nwc).

Make use of me, my God!
Let me not be forgot;
A broken vessel cast aside,
One whom Thou needest not.

I am Thy creature, Lord,
And made by hands divine;
And I am part, however mean,
Of this great world of Thine.

Thou usest all Thy works,
The weakest things that be;
Each has a service of its own,
For all things wait on Thee.

Thou usest stars on high,
And tiny drops of dew,
The giant peak and little hill;
My God, Oh use me too!

Thou usest tree and flower,
The rivers vast and small;
The eagle great, the little bird
That sings upon the wall.

Thou usest stretching sea,
And little hidden lake;
The pine upon the alpine cliff,
The lily in the brake.

The towering rock in vale,
The sand-grain by the sea,
The thunder of the rolling cloud,
The murmur of the bee.

All things do serve Thee here,
All creatures, great and small;
Make use of me, of me, my God,
The meanest of them all!