The Gift that the eternal Father gave;

O Dew of life, by Thee I live again,

By Thee who camest down to seek and save.

I see Thee small, in low and humble guise;

And me Thou seest, great in shame and sin:

Lord, I would be Thy daily sacrifice,

Though I am worthless, vile, and foul within.

Yet into that mean cup Thy grace will pour

The love that overflows for evermore.

How God draweth the Soul to Himself.