172    L.M.     Samuel Medley
“Though I be nothing.” 2 Cor. 12. 9, 11; 6. 10

1 Jehovah’s awful name revere,
  In humble praise, with holy fear;
  In glory throned, divinely bright,
  All worlds are nothing in his sight.

2 [The numerous proud, self-righteous host,
  Who fondly of their something boast,
  Will find their something nothing more
  Than what will prove them blind and poor.

3 O may my soul such folly shun,
  Nor ever boast what I have done;
  But at God’s footstool humbly fall,
  And Jesus be my All in All.]

4 Though of myself I nothing am,
  I’m dear to God and to the Lamb;
  Though I have nothing, I confess,
  All things in Jesus I possess.

5 I can do nothing, Lord, ’tis true,
  Yet in thy strength can all things do;
  Nothing I merit, Lord, I own,
  Yet shall possess a heavenly throne.

6 [Thus something, Saviour, may I be,
  Nothing in self, but all in thee;
  And when in glory I appear,
  Be something, and yet nothing, there.]