Слова:
John Michael Talbot

Take all my freedom My liberty, my will. All that I have You've given to me So I offer it up to You CHORUS I surrender it all to Jesus I surrender it

It is not for us to be wise It is not for us to calculate our gain We should be lowly and pure As the children of the kingdom Of the King A King without

Christ has no body now but yours no hands, no feet on earth but yours Yours are the eyes through which He looks with compassion on this world yours are

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love Where there is injury, pardon. And where there is doubting let me bring