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
All of me I return to Thee, who formed my soul
Here to Thee, my offering; I want for nothing more
O come, come and use me
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
All of me I return to Thee, who formed my soul
Here to Thee, my offering; I want for nothing more
O come, come and use me
Take my love, my God, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store
Take myself and I will be ever, only, all for Thee
Ever, only, all for Thee
All of me I return to Thee, who formed my soul
Here to Thee, my offering; I want for nothing more
All of me I return to Thee, who formed my soul
Here to Thee, my offering; I want for nothing more
O come, come and use me. O come, come and use me
Ever, only, all for Thee