Take the things I once called treasures
Take my castles in the sand
Take my shallow store of knowledge
And the future I once planned

Take all vain accumulations
All awards and claims to fame
Take my hard-earned reputation
Trade it all for His dear name

Give me Jesus, only Jesus
My heart can't resist His call
For the joy of His sweet sorrow
At His feet I lay it all

Take the friends that I once courted
What I hoped they'd think of me
Please restore Your wealth I squandered chasing phantoms foolishly

Give me Jesus, only Jesus
My heart can't resist His call
For the joy of His sweet sorrow
At His feet I lay it all

Give me Jesus, only Jesus
My heart can't resist His call
For the joy of His sweet sorrow
At His feet I lay it all
At His feet I lay it all