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.
2
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.
3
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.
4
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.
