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 the King,
Always, only, for the King.
Take my lips and let them be filled with messages for Thee;
Take my silver and my gold, not a mite would I withhold,
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my love, my God, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store;
Take my heart and let it be ever, only, all for Thee,
Ever, only, all for Thee.