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Consecration Hymn.
‘Here we offer and present unto Thee, O Lord, ourselves, our souls
and bodies, to be a reasonable, holy, and lively sacrifice unto
Thee.’
Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
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.
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 from Thee.
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Not a mite would I withhold.
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Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
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 love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure-store.
At Thy feet its treasure-store.
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.
Ever, only, all for Thee.
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