ONLY a mortal's powers, Weak at their fullest strength; Only a few swift-flashing hours, Short at their fullest length. Only a page for the eye, Only a word for the ear, Only a smile, and by and by Only a quiet tear. Only one heart to give, Only one voice to use; Only one little life to live, And only one to lose. Poor is my best, and small: How could I dare divide? Surely my Lord shall have it all, He shall not be denied! All! for far more I owe Than all I have to bring; All! for my Saviour loves me so! All! for I love my King! All! for it is His own, He gave the tiny store; All! for it must be His alone; All! for I have no more. All! for the last and least He stoopeth to uplift: The altar of my great High Priest Shall sanctify my gift. |