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. 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 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. Chorus