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What Offering can I bring have I, dear oh Lord
     Thee Lord
To show I am thy child
What service shorn of
     selfishness
And not with sin defiled!

     --- --- ---

The day is past for turtle doves
For incense burnt in clouds
Or even spikenard costly
     rare.
That bro't thy loving words

      --- --- --- --- ---

Thou art not poor as we of
     Earth.
All space and time are thine


Save one unyielded wealth
     of mine
The will I now to Thee I hold
     struggle to resign.


The will that should be Thine
The will that would should be Thine.


H bMS Am 1118.95, Box 9


What offering have I ,dear Lord,
To show I am thy child!
What service shorn of selfishness
And not with sin defiled?

The day is past for turtle doves,
For incense burnt in clouds--
Or even spikenard costly rare
That bro't thy loving words.

Thou art not poor as we of earth,--
All space and time are thine
Save one un yielded wealth I hold,--
The will that should be thine!



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