Savior, 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 off’ing bring thee now,
Something for thee.

Give me a faithful heart,
Guided by 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.

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.