Lord, take my heart, my wandering heart,
To Thee its powers belong;
Cast out each thought of unbelief,
And fill me now with song.
Since Thou to purchase life for me
Thy precious blood hast shed,
Take all I have forever dear,
But give Thyself instead.
Take from my soul its dross, refine,
Its every sin remove;
Cast out the idols I have made,
And fill me with Thy love.
Take Thou my days and let my hours
Be spent alone for Thee;
O give me strength my cross to bear,
Whate’er that cross may be.
And when before Thy throne I stand,
My toil and labor o’er,
I’ll strike the harp Thy hand has tuned,
And praise Thee evermore.