Laid on Thine altar, O my Lord, Divine, Accept this day my gift 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; And only Thou dear Lord, canst understand That when I yield thee this, I yield thee all. 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, Thy prayer ascendeth: "Let Thy will be done." Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail, And blend it so with Thine own will, that e'en If in some desperate hour my cry prevail, And Thou giv'st back my gift, it may have been So changed, so purified, so fair have grown, So one with Thee, so filled with peace Divine, I may not know nor feel it as my own, But gaining back my will may find it Thine. All I have I am bringing to Thee! - Springs in the Valley (July 3)