| Take my life, and let it be
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| Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
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| Take my hands, and let them move
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| At the impulse of Thy love.
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| At the impulse of Thy love.
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| Take my feet, and let them be
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| Swift and beautiful for Thee.
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| Take my voice, and let me sing
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| Always, only, for my King.
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| Always, only, for my King.
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| Take my lips, and let them be
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| Filled with messages from Thee.
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| Take my silver and my gold;
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| Not a mite would I withhold.
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| Not a mite would I withhold.
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| Take my love, my God, I pour
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| At Thy feet it’s treasure store.
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| Take myself, and I will be
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| Ever, only, all for Thee
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| Ever, only, all for thee. |