1. Oh, to be empty and lowly,
meek and unnoticed, and unknown;
And to God a vessel holy,
Filled with Christ, and Christ alone.

2. How great is God! His grandeur endless,
How frail I come before His throne;
I am lost in love relentless,
That Christ be all, and I His own.

Chorus
May Christ be all and I be nothing,
His glory shines in vessels weak.
May Christ be all and I be nothing,
This is my hope: Not I but Christ in me.

3. I am poor, and I have nothing,
All my deeds cannot avail,
But Christ endured the Father's crushing,
He bowed His head, as Mercy bled, peace to prevail.
He bowed His head, as Mercy bled, peace to prevail. (chorus)

Bridge 1
Bring me low, my heart, lower still,
that Your grace my pride relieves;
May these words resound loud until
every tribe and tongue believes.

Bridge 2
Bring me low, my heart, lower still,
that Your grace my pride relieves;
May these words resound loud until
every tribe and tongue can sing.

4. On golden shores of sure salvation,
I will run to meet my King;
Freed from shame and all accusation,
He'll give Himself nothing I'll bring.
He'll give Himself, nothing I'll bring.