TAKE my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee: Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
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.
Take my voice, and let me sing, Always, only, for my King: Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold; Not a mite would I withhold: Take my intellect, and use Every power as Thou shalt choose.
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.
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, 1836-79