Thou wilt endure and pardon and receive,
Because thou knowest we have naught else to give.
So, Lord, our stubborn wills we first will break,
If thou wilt take;
And next our selfishness, and then our pride,—
And what beside?
Our hearts, Lord, poor and fruitless though they be,
And quick to change, and nothing worth to see.
If but the foldings of thy garment’s hem
Shall shadow them,