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[Hymn 277]

All To Thee

Take my life and may it be
Lord, acceptable to thee;
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of thy love.

Take my feet and let them be
Swift on errands, Lord for thee;
Take my voice and let it bring
Honor always to my King.

Take my lips and let them be
Moved with messages from thee;
Take my silver and my gold;
Nothing, Lord, would I withhold.

Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in constant praise;
Take my intellect and use
Ev'ry pow'r as thou shalt choose.

Take my will and make it thine;
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is thine own;
Thus in me thyself enthrone.

Take my love, my God; I pour
At thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself—I wish to be
Ever, only, all for thee.