The Bargain

What shall I give for Thee

Thou Pearl of great­est price?

For all the trea­sures I poss­ess

Would not suf­fice.

I give my store of gold;

It is but earth­ly dross:

But Thou wilt make me rich

be­yond

All fear of loss.

Mine hon­ors I re­sign;

They are but small at best:

Thou like a roy­al star wilt shine

Upon my breast.

My world­ly joys I give

The flow­ers with which I played;

Thy beau­ty

far more heav­en­ly fair

Shall nev­er fade.

Dear Lord

is that enough?

Nay

not a thou­sandth part.

Well

then

I have but one thing more:

Take Thou my heart.