1 Savior! Thy dying love
Thou gavest me,
Nor should I aught withhold,
Dear Lord, from Thee;
In love my soul would bow,
My heart fulfill its vow,
Some off'ring bring Thee now,
Something for Thee.
2 O’er the blest mercy-seat,
Pleading for me,
My feeble faith looks up,
Jesus, to Thee:
Help me the cross to bear,
Thy wondrous love declare,
Some song to raise, or pray'r,
Something for Thee.
3 Give me a faithful heart--
Likeness to Thee--
That each departing day
Henceforth may see
Some work of love begun,
Some deed of kindness done,
Some wand'rer sought and won,
Something for Thee.
4 All that I am and have--
Thy gifts so free--
In joy, in grief, through life,
O Lord, for Thee!
And when Thy face I see,
My ransomed soul shall be,
Through all eternity,
Something for Thee.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Savior! Thy dying love |
Meter: | 6, 4, 6, 4, 6, 6, 6, 4 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Sanctification |