Take my life, and let it be
all you purpose, Lord for me;
consecrate my fleeting days,
let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move
at the impulse of your love;
take my feet and let them run
with the news of victory won.
Take my voice, and let me sing
always, only, for my King;
take my lips, let them proclaim
all the beauty of Your name.
Take my silver and my gold,
not a mite would I withhold;
take my mind, that I may use
every power as You shall choose.
Take my motives and my will,
all Your purpose to fulfil;
take my heart - it is Your own,
it shall be Your royal throne.
Take my love – my Lord, I pour
at Your feet its treasure store,
take myself, and I will be
Yours for all eternity.