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Something for Thee
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 off'ring bring Thee now, Something for Thee. 2 Give me a faithful heart, Guided by Thee, That each departing day Henceforth may see Some work of love begun, Some deed of kindness done, Some wand'rer sought and won, Something for Thee. 3 All that I am and have, Thy gifts so free, Ever in joy or grief, My Lord, for Thee; And when Thy face I see, My ransomed soul shall be, Thro' all eternity, Something for Thee.
WORDS: Sylvanus D. Phelps
MUSIC: Robert Lowry