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Take
my life and let it be
Take my silver and my gold
Consecrated
Lord to thee
Not a mite would I withhold
Take
my moments and my days
Take my intellect and use
Let
them flow in ceaseless praise
Every power as thou shalt choose
Take
my hands and let them move
Take my will and make it thine
At
the impulse of thy love
It shall be no longer mine
Take
my feet and let them be
Take my heart it is thine own
Swift
and beautiful for thee
It shall be thy royal throne
Take
my voice and let me sing
Take my love my Lord I pour
Always
only for my king
At thy feet its treasure store
Take
my lips and let them be
Take myself and I will be
Filled
with messages from thee
Ever always all for thee