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 for thee
Take my silver and my gold
Not a mite would I withhold
Not a mite would I withhold
Take my will and make it thine
It shall be no longer mine
Take my heart it is thine own
It shall be thy royal throne
It shall be thy royal throne
Take my life
Take my life
Take my life
Take my life