LORD, what have I that I may offer thee?
Look, Lord, I pray Thee, and see.
What is it thou hast got?
Nay, child, what is it thou hast not?
Thou hast all gifts that I have given to thee:
Offer them all to Me,
The great ones and the small,
I will accept them one and all.
I have a will, good Lord, but it is marred;
A heart both crushed and hard:
Not such as these the gift
Clean-handed, lovely saints uplift.
Nay, child, but wilt thou judge for Me?
I crave not thine, but thee.
Ah, Lord, Who lovest me!
Such as I have now give I Thee!