Oh that with ready grace my heart could give
What God requires;
That there within it lived no grasping will
No fond desires.
It grieves, it pains me that I do not fly
O Christ, to Thee,
To lay this treasure at Thy feet, with sweet
Alacrity.
Yet take it from me; if I love it much
I love Thee more,--
But pity, as Thou takest, for it leaves
my heart so sore!
~ From Golden Hours: Heart-Hymns of the Christian Life.
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