Body and soul to Thee I give,

As a thank-offering free,

Living,--to Thee, my God, to live,

Dying,--to die to Thee.

Then shall my tongue confess

The virtue of Thy name,

My heart believe to righteousness,

My life Thy love proclaim.

Yea, death itself shall be

My passport of release,

And the grave's vaunted victory,

The sign and seal of peace,--

The end of mortal strife;

In Jesus I shall sleep,

Who, till I wake to endless life,

My soul will safely keep.

Sing--blessed are the dead,

Who from their labours rest,

Through Him who was their life, their head,

Of perfect bliss possest.