Our Offering

"What shall we lay upon thy shrine, 
     O Lord! as tribute worthy Thee?
The gold and gems of earth are thine, 
     And thine the treasures of the sea.

Thine, all the myrrh the grove distills, 
     The nectar of the vines' full veins,
The cattle on a thousand hills,
     The billowy harvests of the plains.

Thou needest neither praise nor prayer, 
     Nor regal gifts of costliest price;
The glory which no one can share, 
     Doth for Infinity suffice.

But we, so constantly we need
     Thy watchful love, thy guardian care,
Should feel that we were lost indeed, 
     But for the privilege of prayer.

And when we sum the rich excess
     Of mercy that has crowned our days,
Our hearts are filled with thankfulness, 
     And their sweet overflow is praise.

These hearts, O Lord! to thee we bring
     And ask that thou wouldst make them thine ;
Touched by thy love, the offering 
     Poor in itself, shall be divine.