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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.
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.
Take my voice, and let me sing
always, only, for my King;
take my lips, and let them be
filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
not a mite would I withhold;
take my intellect, and use
every power as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will, and make it Thine:
let Thy will be done, not mine;
take my heart: it is Thine own;
it shall be Thy royal Throne.
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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