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.
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.