Saviour ! Thy Dying Love
Thou Gavest Me,
Nor Should I Aught Withhold,
My Lord, From Thee ;
In Love My Soul Would Bow,
My Heart Fulfil Its Vow,
Some Offering Bring Thee Now,
Something For Thee.

At The Blest Mercy-Seat,
Pleading For Me,
My Feeble Faith Looks Up,
Jesus, To Thee
Help Me The Cross To Bear,
Thy Wondrous Love Declare,
Some Song To Raise, Or Prayer,
Something For Thee.

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.

All That I Am And Have
Thy Gifts So Free
In Joy, In Grief, Through Life,
O Lord, For Thee !
And When Thy Face I See,
My Ransomed Soul Shall Be,
Through All Eternity,
Something For Thee.