1 Take my life, that I may be
Consecrated, Lord, to thee;
Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
2 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.
3 Take my voice and let me sing
Always, only, for my King;
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from thee.
4 Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold;
Take my intellect, and use
Ev’ry pow’r as thou shalt choose.
5 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.
6 Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for thee.
