Take my life, and let it beConsecrated, Lord, to Thee.Take my hands, and let them moveAt the impulse of Thy love.At the impulse of Thy love.Take my feet, and let them beSwift and beautiful for Thee.Take my voice, and let me singAlways, only, for my King.Always, only, for my King.Take my lips, and let them beFilled with messages from Thee.Take my silver and my gold; Not a mite would I withhold.Not a mite would I withhold.Take my love, my God, I pourAt Thy feet it's treasure store.Take myself, and...
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