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