S. D. Phelps

SAVIOUR, 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 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,

Dear Lord, for Thee.

And when Thy face I see,

My ransomed soul shall be,

Through all eternity,

Something for Thee.


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