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.

Words: Frances R. Havergal Music: Henry Cesar Malan