- … for the writers of hymns of old. Oh, the beauty of such lyrics as can be found in hymnals that go too often unused today.
- … for Christian missionaries serving all around this globe, helping people whom governments have forgotten or rejected.
- … for the research book that arrived this week, one that will help me out as a new idea for a book begins to percolate.
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
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 moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise;
Take my intellect and use
Every pow’r as Thou shalt 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.