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 messages from Thee
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold
Not a mite would I withhold
Take my love, my God, I pour
At Thy feet it's treasure store
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee
Ever, only, all for thee