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 silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold
Take my moments and my days
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
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.