1 Saviour, Thy dying love
Thou gavest me,
Nor should I aught withhold
Dear Lord, from Thee:
In love my soul would bow,
My heart fulfil its vow,
Some offering bring Thee now,
Something for Thee.

2 O'er the blest mercy-seat
Pleading for me,
Upward in faith I look,
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,
Likeness to Thee,
That each departing day
Henceforth may see
Some work of love begun,
Some deed of kindness done,
Some wanderer sought and won,
Something for Thee.

4 All that I am and have --
Thy gifts so free --
Ever in joy or grief,
My Lord, for Thee:
And when Thy face I see,
My ransomed soul shall be,
Through all eternity,
Something for Thee.

Amen.