Take my life, and let it be 

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				7.7.7.7.

1	Take my life, and let it be 
	Consecrated, Lord, to Thee: 
	Take my moments and my days, 
	Let them flow in ceaseless praise. 

2	Take my hands, and let them move 
	At the impulse of Thy love: 
	Take my feet, and let them be 
	Swift and beautiful for Thee. 

3	Take my voice, and let me sing, 
	Always, only, for my King: 
	Take my lips, and let them be 
	Filled with messages from Thee. 

4	Take my silver and my gold; 
	Not a mite would I withhold: 
	Take my intellect, and use 
	Every power as Thou shalt choose. 

5	Take my will, and make it Thine; 
	It shall be no longer mine: 
	Take my heart; it is Thine own; 
	It shall be Thy royal throne. 

6	Take my love; my Lord, I pour 
	At Thy feet its treasure-store: 
	Take myself, and I will be, 
	Ever, only, all for Thee.

					F.R. Havergal