Just a common bush aflame!
Thus may I be, blessed Lord,
For the glory of Thy Name.
Something in which God can dwell,
Something thru which God can speak,
Something thru which God can tell,
All His purposes of love,
Flaming with no light of earth,
But with glory from above:
Nothing seen but just the flame;
Make me that, just that, O God,
For the glory of Thy Name.