No more my own, Lord Jesus,
Bought with thy precious blood,
I give thee but thine own, Lord,
That long thy love withstood.
I give the life thou gavest,
My present, future, past;
My joys, my fears, my sorrows,
My first hope and my last.
I give thee up my weakness
That oft distrust hath bred,
That thy indwelling power
May thus be perfected.
I give the love the sweetest
Thy goodness grants to me;
Take it, and make it meet, Lord,
For offering to thee.
Smile, and the very shadows
In thy blest light shall shine;
Take thou my heart, Lord Jesus,
For thou hast made it thine.
Thou knowest my soul's ambition,
For thou hast changed its aim
(The world's reproach I fear not)
To share a Saviour's shame.
Outside the camp to suffer;
Within the veil to meet,
And hear Thy softest whisper
From out the mercy-seat.
Thou bear'st me in thy bosom,
Amidst thy jewels worn,
Upon thy hands deep graven
By arms of love upborne.
Rescued from sin's destruction,
Ransomed from death and hell;
Complete in Thee, Lord Jesus:
Thou hast done all things well.
Oh, deathless love that bought me!
Oh, price beyond my ken!
Oh, Life that hides my own life
E'en from my fellow-men!
Now fashion, form and fill me
With light and love divine;
So, one with Thee, Lord Jesus,
I'm thine--forever thine!