Father, in my life’s young morning,
Now I owe my all to Thee;
You deserve my best, yea, utmost,
For You’ve paid the price for me.
Life seems young, and looks inviting,
But I do not know the hour,
When this life shall cease forever,
And I’ll see Thee in Thy pow’r!
I could waste my life, and squander,
All these blessings freely mine;
But I’d reap for it, and dearly;
How much better to be Thine!
On the altar, Lord, I lay down,
All my self, ambitions, pride.
Search me, try me, Saviour, cleanse me,
For I cannot from Thee hide.
Use me, fill me, and possess me,
With Thy Spirit so divine.
Leaving all earth’s joys to serve Thee,
How I joy to call Thee mine!
Talents, thoughts, desires, and service,
Love’s devotion, and my time:
Lord, they’re Yours; I freely yield them
Up to You, and in life’s prime.
