Take My Life and Let It Be Consecrated

Frances Havergal

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Take my life and let it be con - se - crat - ed Lord, to thee;
Take my feet and let them be swift and beau - ti - ful for thee;
Take my lips and let them be filled with mes - sa - ges for thee;
Take my love, my God, I pour at thy feet its treas - ure store;

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take my hands and let them move at the im - pulse of thy love,
take my voice and let me sing al - ways, on - ly, for my King,
take my sil - ver and my gold not a mite would I with hold
take my - self and I will be ev - er, on - ly all for thee,

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at the im - pulse of thy love.
al - ways, on - ly, for my King
not a mite would I with - hold
ev - er, on - ly all for thee.