My Lord, I give at any price
 Whatever you require,
And offer as a sacrifice
 My very soul’s desire.

As Abraham his heart’s delight
 Submitted to the knife,
So yield I now, without a fight,
 My only hope in life.

From You I need hold nothing back,
 Who gave for me Your all,
Nor need I fear for any lack,
 When in Your hands I fall.

All that I have do I receive,
 In gifts poured from above,
And yielding is but to believe
 That I can trust Your love.