1 Savior, who died for me,
I give myself to thee;
Thy love, so full, so free,
Claims all my pow'rs.
Be this my purpose high,
To serve thee till I die,
Whether my path shall lie
'Mid thorns or flow'rs.
2 But, Lord, the flesh is weak,
Thy gracious aid I seek;
For thou the word must speak
That makes me strong.
Then let me hear thy voice,
Thou art my only choice;
Oh, bid my heart rejoice;
Be thou my song.
3 Savior, with me abide;
Be ever near my side;
Support, defend, and guide;
I look to thee.
I lay my hand in thine,
And fleeting joys resign,
If I may call thee mine
Eternally.
Source: Songs of Free Grace #103