With Joyful Lips Lyrics

Chorus

Make me a servant, humble and meek.

Lord, let me lift up those who are weak,

And may the prayer of heart always be:

Make me a servant, make me a servant,

Make me a servant to-day!

Verse 1

Even though you were in the form of God,

You took the form of a slave.

You accepted death even on a cross,

So God exalted your name.

Verse 2

Ere you formed me in my mother’s womb,

You called me by my name.

And you touched my mouth and appointed me

A prophet to the world.

Verse 3

May I heal the sick and the crippled bind,

Bring back the sheep that stray,

May I seek the lost and the weak make strong,

With justice feed the poor.