The Lord is asking for your love;
He wants it for His own.
A jealous God, He cannot have
Another on His throne.
But as you yield to Him your love
He spills His love on you;
He asks a lot but gives so much,
As no one else could do.
The Lord is asking that the dreams
You cherish in your heart−
Of shadowy and future things-
To Him be set apart.
But as you yield to Him your dreams
His plans will take their place;
He asks a lot, but gives so much−
A future drenched with grace!
The Lord is asking that your life
Be given up to Him
Along with all that makes it yours−
The things without, within.
But as you yield to him your life,
On you His life He pours.
He asks a lot, but gives so much:
His rich and overflowing store−
Himself−forevermore!
