This body’s worn and fragile,

my faith is frail and small,

when face to face with burden or with pain.

But as clay is to the potter,

let me be unto You, Lord.

Shape and mold my ev’ry deed ‘til You’re satisfied and more.

Use me, as You would use me.

Reveal Your heart that I might love as You.

Through me, love those around me.

Embrace us all with Your perfect love.

With misfortune all around us we see,

but do not feel; far away it seens so common and so small.

But looking through the eyes of Jesus,

my brother’s pain becomes my own;

I cannot look the other way.

By Your love will I be known.

Lord, give me eyes to see what I can become

When You reach out through me.

 

這身體破舊而脆弱，

我的信仰意志薄弱，

當與負擔或痛苦面對面時。

但是粘土屬於陶工，

主啊，讓我到祢這裡來。

捏塑和塑造我的每一件事，直到祢滿意而且更多。

使用我，因為祢會使用我。

揭示祢的心，我可能會像祢一樣愛。

透過我，愛我周圍的人。

用祢完美的愛擁抱我們所有人。

隨著我們周圍的不幸，我們看到，

但感覺不到；很遠，它看起來如此普遍，如此之小。

但透過耶穌的眼睛看，

我兄弟的痛苦成了我自己的痛苦；

我不能反過來看。

透過祢的愛，我將被人知曉。

主啊，讓我看看我能成為什麼樣的人

當祢透過我伸出手。