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TAKE my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee: Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in ceaseless praise. |
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2 | Take my hands, and let them move At the impulse of Thy love: Take my feet, and let them be Swift and beautiful for Thee. |
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3 | Take my voice, and let me sing, Always, only, for my King: Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages from Thee. |
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4 | Take my silver and my gold; Not a mite would I withhold: Take my intellect, and use Every power as Thou shalt choose. |
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5 | Take my will, and make it Thine; It shall be no longer mine: Take my heartit is Thine own; It shall be Thy royal throne. |
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6 | Take my love; my Lord, I pour At Thy feet its treasure-store: Take myself, and I will be, Ever, only, all for Thee. |
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Frances Ridley Havergal, 1836-79 |