Hymn 288

THEY BROUGHT THEIR GIFTS TO JESUS

Verse 1
They brought their gifts to Jesus,
And laid them at His feet,
And love for this dear Saviour,
Made every offering sweet;
Good deeds and words of kindness,
Help for the poor of earth,
And not a gift among them,
Was thought of little worth.
Chorus
Wouldst bring a gift to Jesus,
That He will count most sweet?
Say “Lord, my heart I give Thee,”
And lay it at His feet.
Verse 2
Apart from other givers,
A poor way-farer stood;
He saw the gifts they offered,
The poorest counted good,
And he was filled with longing,
A gift, though poor to bring;
Alas! All empty- handed,
He stood before the King.
Chorus
Wouldst bring a gift to Jesus,
That He will count most sweet?
Say “Lord, my heart I give Thee,”
And lay it at His feet.
Verse 3
“Dear Lord,” he cried in sorrow,
“I know kind Thou art,
Take all I have to give Thee,
My sinful way-ward heart;”
Then Jesus answered softly,
”Count not the gift as small,
Though all of them are precious,
Thine is the best of all.”
Chorus
Wouldst bring a gift to Jesus,
That He will count most sweet?
Say “Lord, my heart I give Thee,”
And lay it at His feet.

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