Poem by Charlotte Elliott’s

Just as I am, Thine own to be,
Friend of the young, who lov­est me,
To con­se­crate my­self to Thee,
O Je­sus Christ, I come.

In the glad morn­ing of my day,
My life to give, my vows to pay,
With no re­serve and no de­lay,
With all my heart I come.

I would live ev­er in the light,
I would work ev­er for the right;
I would serve Thee with all my might;
Therefore, to Thee I come.

Just as I am, young, strong, and free,
To be the best that I can be
For truth, and right­eous­ness, and Thee,
Lord of my life, I come.

With ma­ny dreams of fame and gold,
Success and joy to make me bold,
But dear­er still my faith to hold,
For my whole life, I come.

And for Thy sake to win re­nown,
And then to take the vic­tor’s crown,
And at Thy feet to cast it down,
O Mas­ter, Lord, I come.