1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.