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SAVIOUR! Thy dying love
   Thou gavest me;
Nor should I aught withhold,
    My Lord, from Thee;
In love my soul would bow,
My heart fulfil its vow,
Some offering bring Thee now,
    Something for Thee.
 
2  At the blest mercy-seat,
    Pleading for me,
My feeble faith looks up,
    Jesus, to Thee:
Help me the cross to bear,
Thy wondrous love declare,
Some song to raise, or prayer—
    Something for Thee.
 
3  Give me a faithful heart—
    Likeness to Thee—
That each departing day
    Henceforth may see
Some work of love begun,
Some deed of kindness done,
Some wanderer sought and won,
    Something for Thee.
 
4  All that I am and have—
    Thy gifts so free—
In joy, in grief, through life,
    O Lord, for Thee!
And when Thy face I see
My ransomed soul shall be
Through all eternity
    Something for Thee.
 
Sylvanus Dryden Phelps, 1816-95