Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my heart and let it be full saturated, Love, with Thee.
Take my eyes and let them be intoxicated, God, with Thee.
Take my hnnds and let them be engaged in sweating Truth for Thee.
Beautiful eyes are those that show beautiful thought that burn below.
Beautiful lips are those whose words
Leap from the heart like songs of birds.
Beautiful hands are those that do
Work that is earnest, brave, and true,
Moment by moment the whole day through.
I was not born, nor grow, nor die.
Dumb nature through the body works.
It is the Ego sows and reaps.
Not I, the Self unchanging.