Grateful Consecration

When I survey the wondrous cross On which my blessed Saviour died, All earthly gain I count but loss; How empty all its show and pride!

I would not seek in earthly bliss To find a rest apart from thee, Forgetful of thy sacrifice Which purchased life and peace for me.

I' m not my own, dear Lord-to thee My ev' ry pow' r, by right, belongs; My privilege to serve I see, God' s praise to raise in tuneful songs.

And so beside thy sacrifice, I would lay down my little all. ' Tis lean and poor, I must confess; I would that it were not so small.

But then I know thou dost accept My grateful off' ring unto thee; For, Lord, ' tis love that doth it prompt, And love is incense sweet to thee.