Master, No Offering Costly and Sweet

Master

no of­fer­ing

Costly and sweet

May we

like Mag­da­lene

lay at Thy feet;

Yet may love’s in­cense rise

Sweeter than sac­ri­fice

Dear Lord to Thee

dear Lord to Thee.

Daily our lives would show

Weakness made strong

Toilsome and gloomy ways

Brightened by song;

Some deeds of kind­ness done

Some souls by pa­tience won

Dear Lord to Thee

dear Lord to Thee.

Some word of hope

For hearts bur­dened with fears

Some balm of peace for eyes

Blinded with tears

Some dews of mer­cy shed

Some way­ward foot­steps led

Dear Lord to Thee

dear Lord to Thee.

Thus

in Thy serv­ice

Lord

Till ev­en­tide

Closes the day of life may we abide;

And when earth’s la­bors cease

Bid us de­part in peace

Dear Lord to Thee

dear Lord to Thee.