Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated
Lord, to Thee;
Take
my hands, and let them move
At
the impulse of Thy love,
At
the impulse of Thy love.
2
Take
my feet and let them be
Swift
and beautiful from Thee;
Take
my voice, and let me sing
Always,
only, for my King,
Always,
only, for my King.
3
Take
my lips, and let them be
Filled
with messages from Thee;
Take
my silver and my gold!
Not
a mite would I with hold,
Not
a mite would I with hold.
4
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,
It
shall be Thy royal throne.
5
Take
my love; my Lord I pour
At
Thy feet its treasure store;
Take
myself, and I will be,
Ever,
only, all for Thee,
Ever,
only, all for Thee.