hymnal 216
1 Savior! Thy dying love Thou gavest me. Nor should I aught withhold, dear Lord, from Thee;
In love my soul would bow, my heart fulfill its vow, Some off'ring bring Thee now, something for Thee.
2 At the blest mercyseat, pleading for me, My feeble faith looks up, Jesus, to Thee;
Help me the cross to bear, Thy wondrous love declare, Some song to raise, or prayer, something for Thee.
3 Give me a faithful heart, guided by Thee, That each departing day henceforth may see
Some work of love beggun, some deed of kindness done, Some wanderer sought and won, something for Thee.
4 All that I am and have, Thy gifts so free, In joy, in grief, thro' life, dear Lord, for Thee!
And when Thy face I see, my ransomed soul shall be, Thro' all eternity, something for Thee. Amen.