Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee
Take my moments and my days
Let them flow in ceaseless praise
Take my hands and let them move
A 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 might would I withhold
Take my intellect and use
Every power as You 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 Your feet its treasure store
Take myself and I will be ever, only, all for Thee

On December 2, 1873 Frances Ridley Havergal had an experience she called a “consecration.” In a letter to her sister, she described the experience saying, “On that day, I first clearly saw the blessedness of true consecration. I saw a flash of electric light and what you see you can never unsee. There must be full surrender before there can be full blessedness.” By any standard, this text must be regarded as a tour de force for generating twelve couplets that all begin with the word “Take” the cumulative force of which makes it both compelling and credible.
Glory to God: A Companion, Carl P. Daw, Jr.

You can hear this hymn sung at Kenilworth Union here.