Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord to Thee;
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love,
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,
Always, only, for my King.

Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with praises, Lord to Thee;
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold,
Not a mite would I withhold.

Take my love, my Lord I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself and I will be
Ever only, all for Thee,
Ever only, all for Thee.