O God, what of­fer­ing shall I give
To Thee, the Lord of earth and skies?
My spir­it, soul, and flesh re­ceive,
A ho­ly, liv­ing sac­ri­fice!
Small as it is, ’tis all my store:
More should’st Thou have, if I had more.

Now then, my God, Thou hast my soul:
No long­er mine, but Thine I am:
Guard Thou Thine own, pos­sess it whole!
Cheer it with hope, with love in­flame!
Thou hast my spir­it: there dis­play
Thy glo­ry to the per­fect day.

Thou hast my flesh, Thy hal­lowed shrine,
Devoted sole­ly to Thy will;
Here let Thy light for­ev­er shine:
This house still let Thy pre­sence fill:
O Source of life, live, dwell and move,
In me, till all my life be love!

O ne­ver in these vales of shame,
(Sad fruits of sin) my glo­ry­ing be;
Clothe with sal­va­tion, through Thy name,
My soul, and let me put on Thee!
Be liv­ing faith my cost­ly dress,
And my best robe, Thy right­eous­ness.

Send down Thy like­ness from above,
And let this my ad­orn­ing be;
Clothe me with wis­dom, pa­tience, love,
With low­li­ness and pu­ri­ty;
Than gold and pearls more pre­cious far,
And bright­er than the morn­ing star.

Lord, arm me with Thy Spir­it’s might,
Since I am called by Thy great name!
In Thee let all my thoughts unite,
Of all my works be Thou the aim:
Thy love at­tend me all my days,
And my sole bu­si­ness be Thy praise.