Lord, what have I to offer? sickening fear And a heart-breaking loss. Are these the cross Thou givest me? then dear I will account this cross. If this is all I have, accept even this Poor priceless offering, A quaking heart with all that therein is, O Thou my thorn-crowned King. Accept the whole, my God, accept my heart And its own love within: Wilt Thou accept us and not sift apart? ''" Only sift out my sin. |