A Psalm of Shelley borrowed from Frances
Written in the 1800′s, this hymn was resounding loud and clear in my mind and spirit when I awoke Saturday morning. I haven’t sung it recently, I haven’t heard it recently and to be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever sung the complete hymn (seems much too long for traditional Baptist church services, first and last stanzas please!) Nevertheless, when verses like this are brought into my mind there is always a bigger reason. Wonder where He plans on taking me with songs like these in my subconcious…
Take My Life and Let It Be
Words and Music by Frances R. Havergal
and Mozart. Public Domain.
Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee; Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in ceaseless praise. Let them flow in ceaseless praise. Take my hands, and let them move At the impulse of Thy love; Take my feet, and let them be Swift and beautiful for Thee. Swift and beautiful for Thee. Take my voice, and let me sing Always, only, for my King; Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages from Thee. Filled with messages from Thee. Take my silver and my gold: Not a mite would I withhold; Take my intellect, and use Ev'ry pow'r as Thou shalt choose. Ev'ry pow'r as Thou shalt choose. Take my will, and make it Thine, It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart, it is Thine own, It shall be Thy royal throne. It shall be Thy royal throne. Take my love, my Lord, I pour At Thy feet its treasure store; Take myself, and I will be, Ever, only, all for Thee. Ever, only, all for Thee.