Jul 01, 2005 11:16
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 speak
Always only for my king
Always only for my king
Take my silver and my gold
Neither would I withhold
Take my moments and my day
Let them flow in season’s grace
Let them flow in season’s grace
Take my will it is thy own
It shall be thy royal throne
Take my heart it is thy own
It shall be thy royal thrown
It shall be thy royal thrown
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