The Bargain

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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 honours 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.