How empty is a mortal life
Lived all for my own name,
For ever greater art Thou, Lord,
Than any earthly fame.
When my frail eyes upon Thee look
My own self seems but dust,
But life in Thee is bounteous, free
From dead, material lust.
Let me, I pray, give all to Thee
Before this life expires;
May I lead scores of souls to Thee
To sing in heav'nly choirs.