My life is Thine, Lord Je­sus,
Bought with Thy blood di­vine,
And giv’n to Thee with glad­ness,
No long­er mine, but Thine.
My heart is Thine, my Sav­ior,
Not part, but all Thine own;
Oh, it is sweet to know that there
Thou hast Thy roy­al throne!

My body I have yield­ed,
A sac­ri­fice to be,
Oh, keep me pure and ho­ly, Lord!
A tem­ple meet for Thee.
My mem­bers, too, are Thine, Lord;
To Thee I all re­sign;
Then use them for Thy glo­ry now,
And live Thy life through mine.

My house is Thine, Lord Je­sus,
And all that I pos­sess;
Use it for what­so­e’er Thou wilt,
Thou com­est but to bless.
The gold that came from Thee, Lord,
To Thee be­long­eth still;
Oh, may I always faith­ful­ly
My stew­ard­ship ful­fill!

Yea, ev­ery­thing is Thine, Lord,
Let this my por­tion be—
That I have no­thing of my own,
And yet have all in Thee.
And make my life, Lord Je­sus,
Brightly for Thee to shine:
That word and deed, that look and tone,
May wit­ness I am Thine.