Take My Life and Let It Be Lyrics
1 Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
2 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,
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
3 Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King;
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee,
Filled with messages from Thee.
4 Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold;
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose,
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
5 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,
It shall be Thy royal throne.
6 Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee,
Ever, only, all for Thee.
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Of this hymn, written while visiting Areley House, in England, 1874, the author, Frances Ridley Havergal, once wrote:
“There were ten persons in the house, some unconverted and long prayed for; some converted, but not rejoicing Christians. He gave me the prayer: Lord, give me all in this house. And He just DID!
Before I left the house everyone had got a blessing. The last night of my visit, after I had retired, the governess asked me to go to the two daughters.
They were crying, etc. Then and there both trusted and rejoiced. It was nearly midnight.
I was too happy to sleep and passed most of the night in praise and renewal of my own consecration; and these little couplets formed themselves and chimed in my heart one after another until they finished with Ever, only, all for Thee! “
Four years later she wrote: “The Lord has shown me another little step, and of course I have taken it with extreme delight.
Take my silver and my gold now means shipping off all my ornaments (including a jewel cabinet, which is really fit for a countess) to the Church Missionary House, where they will be accepted and disposed of for me.
I retain only a brooch or two for daily wear, which are memorials of my dear parents; also, a locket with the only portrait I have of my niece, who passed away.
But these I redeem so that the whole value goes to the Church Missionary Society.”
