The Offering
Lord, what offering shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring
Whence the kind affections flow;
Quiet thoughts, at peace with all;
Wrongs forgiven into rest;
Sympathy, intent to call
Sorrow from the wounded breast;
Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind;
Charity, with liberal store.
Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,—
Love to thee and all mankind.
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring
Whence the kind affections flow;
Quiet thoughts, at peace with all;
Wrongs forgiven into rest;
Sympathy, intent to call
Sorrow from the wounded breast;
Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind;
Charity, with liberal store.
Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,—
Love to thee and all mankind.
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