Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to thee;
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of thy love.
Cho. -- Wash me in the Savior's precious blood, the precious blood, Cleanse me in its purifying flood, the healing flood, Lord, I give to thee my life and all, to be
Thine, henceforth, eternally.
2 Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for thee;
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only for my King
3 Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages for thee;
Take my silver and my gold --
Not a mite would I withhold.
4 Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise;
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!
Frances Ridley Havergal.