LAID on Thine altar, O my Lord Divine,

Accept this gift today, for Jesus’ sake.

I have no jewels to adorn Thy shrine,

Nor any world-famed sacrifice to make;

But here I bring, within my trembling hand,

This will of mine a thing that seemeth small;

And Thou alone, O Lord, canst understand

How, when I yield Thee this, I yield mine all.

Hidden therein Thy searching gaze canst see

Struggles of passions, visions of delight,

All that I have, or am, or fain would be—

 Deep loves, fond hopes, and longings infinite.

It hath been wet with tears, and dimmed with sighs.

Clenched in my grasp till beauty hath it none.

Now, from Thy footstool, where it vanquished lies,

The prayer ascendeth ”May Thy will be done!”

Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail;

And merge it so in Thine own will that I

May never have a wish to take it back;

When heart and courage fail, to Thee I’d fly.

So change, so purify, so like Thine own

Make Thou my will, so graced with love Divine,

I may not know or feel it as mine own,

But recognize my will as one with Thine.

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