Take me, O my Fa­ther, take me;
Take me, save me, through Thy Son;
That which Thou wouldst have me, make me,
Let Thy will in me be done.
Long from Thee my foot­steps stray­ing,
Thorny proved the way I trod;
Weary come I now, and pray­ing,
Take me to Thy love, my God.

Fruitless years with grief re­call­ing,
Humbly I con­fess my sin;
At Thy feet, O Fa­ther, fall­ing,
To Thy house­hold take me in.
Freely now to Thee I prof­fer
This re­lent­ing heart of mine;
Freely life and love I of­fer,
Gift un­wor­thy love like Thine.

Once the world’s Re­deem­er, dy­ing,
Bore our sins upon the tree;
On that sac­ri­fice re­ly­ing,
Now I look in hope to Thee:
Father, take me; all for­giv­ing,
Fold me to Thy lov­ing breast;
In Thy love for­ev­er liv­ing
I must be for­ev­er blest.