1 Take my life and let it be
Consecrated all 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 to Thee;
Take my voice and let me sing
Only for my Lord and King.

2 Take my lips and let them be
Filled with images from Thee;
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise;
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou wilt choose.

3 Take my will and make it thine,
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
Let it be Thy royal throne;
Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasured store;
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.