Take My Life and, and Let it Be

I
Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.

II
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee;
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always only for my King.

III
Take my silver and gold,
Not a mite would I withhold;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

IV
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.