My God, my Sav­ior, here this day,
To Thee I give my­self away,
And ev­er­more with Thee would stay,
Thine own to be.

Mine id­ols, one by one, I bring—
Yea, ev­ery vile pol­lut­ed thing,
That hushed my song, when I would sing
In praise to Thee.

Each doubt­ful thing that kept me bound,
Like grave-clothes fast­en­ing me around,
And dead­en­ing eve­ry heav’n­ly sound,
I yield to Thee.

My will, that held un­hin­dered sway
O’er my whole be­ing day by day,
Gladly I now do give away
In love to Thee.

My ve­ry body, spirit, soul,
Take now, dear Lord, to Thy con­trol,
And in Thy serv­ice use the whole
In work for Thee.

Come and ab­ide, Thou heav’n­ly Guest;
Make Thou with­in my soul Thy rest,
Then tru­ly shall I know I’m blest
In hav­ing Thee.

Roll in, Thou wond­rous Tide, roll in;
Sweep down the bar­ri­ers of all sin,
And call Thou forth fresh song with­in
To wel­come Thee.

Thou com’st, Thy still small voice I hear!
An in­ward si­lence speaks Thee near,
And all sub­dues, with­out a fear,
I rest in Thee.