1 The world calls it waste, when I yield to the Lord
All my heart and life and love;
It knows not the gains of the self-life are loss,
'Tis blinded to the wealth above.
Chorus:
Lord, let me live at Calv'ry,
All my sin remove;
May Thy life be seen in me,
Let me radiate Thy love.
2 For life is not measured by fame or success,
Nor by gifts with which I part;
'Tis measured instead by the life that He gives
To others, thro' my yielded heart. (Chorus)
3 The fragrance of love I would pour on His head,
In devotion warm and true,
As He gave His life for my sins on the cross--
Oh, greater love none ever knew. (Chorus)