Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for thee.
Take my voice and let me sing
Always only for my King
Always only for my King,
For my king
Take my silver and my gold
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my moments and my days
Let them flow in ceaseless praise
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
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.
It shall be Thy royal throne.
