My soul enlarged, and dried my tears,
What can I do, O Love Divine,
What to repay such gifts as thine?
2 What can I do, so poor, so weak,
But from thy hands new blessings seek,
A heart to feel thy mercies more,
A soul to know thee, and adore?
3 O teach me at thy feet to fall,
And yield thee up myself, my all!
Before thy saints my debts to own,