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Show An Offering. They came, the jvisemen, from afar-Then- only guide a moving star With precious gifts, an offering Unto their Lord, the new-born King. They found a peasant mother mild, And on her breast a little child; With faith they knelt upon the ground. Assured that He, they sought, was was found. An offering. O Lord. I make Of all my life, for Thy dear sake: Make Thou my path of duty plain. And my vocation now sustain. On Thy poor servant, look Thou down, My gift with kind acceptance crown; Reject it not. but let me be A living witness. Lord, for Thee! To Thee, my God. I give my heart, Renew it. and Thy grace impart; The pride of life I now resign, Accept mv gift this heart of mine! Henry Coyle. |