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L AID on Thine altar, O my Lord divine, Accept my will this day, 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, But Thou alone, O God, canst understand How, when I yield Thee this, I yield mine all. Hidden therein, Thy searching gaze can see Struggles of passion—visions of delight— All that I love, and am, and 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 it hath 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,
I may not see nor know it as my own,
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