157. Take my life, and let it be, Consecrated
Take my life, and let it 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, Every power 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.