Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my hands and let them move
// At the impulse of Thy love. //
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee;
Take my voice and let me sing,
// Always, only for my King. //
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee;
Take my silver and my gold,
// Not a mite would I withhold. //
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise;
Take my intellect and use
// Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose. //
Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
// It shall be Thy royal throne. //
Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself and I will be
// Ever, only, all for Thee. //
