
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee
Take my moments and my days
Let them flow in ceaseless praise
Take my hands and let them move
A the impulse of Thy love

Swift and beautiful for Thee

Always, only for my King
Filled with messages from Thee
Take my silver and my gold
Not a mite would I withhold
Take my intellect and use
Every power as You choose

It shall be no longer mine
Take my heart, it is Thine own
It shall be Thy royal throne

At Your feet its treasure store
Take myself and I will be ever, only, all for Thee
Chorus:
Here am I, all of me
Take my life, it's all for Thee
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