Thyself Instead

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.