In every season. ...

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

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.

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

Take my silver and my gold
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect and use
Every pow'r as Thou shakk choose.

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.

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

Frances R . Havergal