Misc Praise Songs - Take my life and let it be

T^Dake my life and l^A7et it ^Dbe c^Bmonsecr^Emated, L^A7ord, to th^Dee. T^Dake my m^Aoments a^A7nd my d^Days; let them f^Glow in e^A7ndless pr^N.C.aise, ^Bmlet them f^Glow in e^D2ndless pr^Daise.

T^Dake my hands and l^A7et them m^Dove ^Bmat the i^Emmpulse ^A7of thy l^Dove. T^Dake my f^Aeet and l^A7et them ^Dbe swift and b^Geauti^A7ful for ^N.C.thee, ^Bmswift and b^Geauti^D2ful for t^Dhee.

T^Dake my voice and l^A7et me s^Ding ^Bmalways, o^Emnly, f^A7or my K^Ding. T^Dake my l^Aips and l^A7et them ^Dbe filled with m^Gessag^A7es from ^N.C.thee, ^Bmfilled with m^Gessa^D2ges from t^Dhee.

T^Dake my silver a^A7nd my g^Dold; ^Bmnot a ^Emmite would^A7 I withh^Dold. T^Dake my i^Antell^A7ect and u^Dse every po^Gwer as t^A7hou shalt^N.C. choose, ^Bmevery po^Gwer as t^D2hou shalt ch^Doose.

T^Dake my will and m^A7ake it th^Dine; ^Bmit shall ^Embe no l^A7onger m^Dine. T^Dake my h^Aeart it ^A7is thine o^Dwn; it shall ^Gbe thy r^A7oyal th^N.C.rone, ^Bmit shall ^Gbe thy r^D2oyal th^Drone.

T^Dake my love; my L^A7ord, I p^Dour ^Bmat thy f^Emeet its t^A7reasure st^Dore. T^Dake mys^Aelf, and ^A7I will ^Dbe ever, o^Gnly, a^A7ll for ^N.C.thee, ^Bmever, o^Gnly, a^D2ll for t^Dhee.