This is my prayer, and this is what I want my life to be.
Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
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 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.
Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
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 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.