1 Savior, Thy dying love
  
Thou gavest me,
  
Nor should I aught withhold,
  
Dear Lord, from Thee;
  
In love my soul would bow,
  
My heart fulfill 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,
  
Dear Lord, for Thee!
  
And when Thy face I see,
  
My ransomed soul shall be,
  
Through all eternity,
  
Something for Thee.
                        
Sylvanus D. Phelps
                        
The Methodist Hymnal 1964 edition
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