1 My God, my Saviour, here this day,
To Thee I give myself away,
And evermore with Thee would stay,
Thine own to be.
2 Mine idols, one by one, I bring,—
Yea, ev’ry vile polluted thing,
That hush’d my song, when I would sing
In praise to Thee.
3 Each doubtful thing that kept me bound,
Like grave-clothes fast’ning me around,
And dead’ning ev’ry heav’nly sound,
I yield to Thee.
4 My “will,” that held unhinder’d sway
O’er my whole being day by day,
Gladly I now do give away
In love to Thee.
5 My very body, spirit, soul,
Take now, dear Lord, to Thy control,
And in Thy service use the whole
In work for Thee.
6 Come and abide, Thou Heavenly Guest;
Make Thou within my soul Thy rest,
Then truly shall I know I’m blest
In having Thee.
7 Roll in, Thou Wondrous Tide, roll in;
Sweep down the barriers of all sin,
And call Thou forth fresh song within
To welcome Thee.
8 Thou com’st, Thy still small voice I hear!
An inward silence speaks Thee near,
And all subdues, without a fear,
I rest in Thee.
Source: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #477