1 Savior, Thy dying love
Thou gavest me,
Nor should I aught withhold
Dear Lord, from Thee:
In love my soul would bow,
My heart fulfill its vow,
Some offering bring Thee now,
Something for Thee.
2 Give me a faithful heart,
Guided by Thee,
That each departing day
Henceforth may see
Some work of love begun,
Some deed of kindness done,
Some wanderer sought and won,
Something for Thee.
3 All that I am and have,
Thy gifts so free,
Ever in joy or grief,
My Lord, for thee;
And when Thy face I see,
My ransomed soul shall be,
Thro' all eternity,
Something for Thee.
