Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take our moments and our days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take our hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love;
Take our feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee,
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take our voice, and let us sing
Always, only, for our King;
Take our lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee,
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take our silver and my gold;
Not a mite would we withhold;
Take our intellect, and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose,
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
Take our wills, for they are Yours;
No more are they simply ours.
For our hearts are e'er Thine own
They are Now Thy royal throne,
They are now Thy royal throne.
Take our love; oh Lord, we pour
At Thy feet our treasure-store.
Take our lives, and we will be
Ever, only, all for Thee,
Ever, only, all for Thee.
