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.
Lord, let me live at Calv'ry,
All my sin remove;
May Thy life be seen in me,
Let me radiate Thy love.
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
The fragrance of love I would pour on His head,
Into devotion warm and true,
As He gave His life for my sins on the cross -
Oh, greater love none ever knew.