I have not much to offer Thee-
No silver, gold, nor fame.
I nothing have but me, you see,
A heart to praise Thy name.
No off’ring but a stamm’ring tongue,
Two eager hands, but slow.
A willing mind, a ready soul,
‘Tis weak, and this you know.
My gift so humble, and so weak;
I am so prone to fall.
If Thou canst use it, take it please-
I give to Thee my all!
