morning hymnal

Take my life and let it be
Consecreted lord to three
Take my moments and my days
Let them flow in ceaseless praise

Take my feet and them  be
Swift and beautiful for thee

Take my voice and let me sing
Always only for my king

Take my lips and let then be
Filled with messages from thre

Take my silver and my gold
Not a mite would I withhold

Take my intellect  and use
Every power thou shall choose

Take my love 
My lord I pour
At thy feet 
 its treasure store

Take myself and I will be
Ever only 
all for thee

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
It shall be thy royal throne. 

-k