That He May be Glorified
She was only a simple serving maid
In a home of idolatry;
What could she do to serve the Lord
In her lonely captivity?
“If my master would go to the prophet,” she said,
In all humility,
“He would learn of Jehovah of Israel,
And be healed of his leprosy.”
She was only a simple serving maid,
Whose faith had been sorely tried,
But God has chosen the things that are naught,
That He might be glorified.
He was only a lad from Jerusalem,
Not specially bad, or good,
But straight to the Master he went and said,
“Here’s my little parcel of food;
It isn’t much, but it’s all I have,
My mother gave it to me;
The loaves are few and the fishes but two;
I gladly give them to Thee.”
It was only a parcel of food for one,
But that day it was multiplied;
God has chosen the things that are naught,
That He may be glorified.
She was only a humble village maid
To whom Gabriel came that night,
“Thou art highly favored of God,” he said,
But she trembled at the sight.
“Fear not,” he added, “I bring thee good news,
A Son shall be born of thee;
The Kingdom of David shall be His right,
And Jesus His name shall be.
She was only a humble village maid,
In whom God had come to abide;
But He has chosen the things that are naught,
That He may be glorified.