saviour thy dying love

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