| Take the things I once called treasures
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| Take my castles in the sand
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| Take my shallow store of knowledge
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| And the future I once planned
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| Take all vain accumulations
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| All awards and claims to fame
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| Take my hard-earned reputation
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| Trade it all for His dear name
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| Give me Jesus, only Jesus
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| My heart can’t resist His call
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| For the joy of His sweet sorrow
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| At His feet I lay it all
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| Take the friends that I once courted
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| What I hoped they’d think of me
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| Please restore Your wealth I squandered chasing phantoms foolishly
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| Give me Jesus, only Jesus
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| My heart can’t resist His call
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| For the joy of His sweet sorrow
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| At His feet I lay it all
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| Give me Jesus, only Jesus
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| My heart can’t resist His call
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| For the joy of His sweet sorrow
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| At His feet I lay it all
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| At His feet I lay it all |