What shall I render unto thee, O Lord
For all the gifts thy bounty doth accord?
Naught can I offer save my love alone,
Ah let it, Lord my thankless past atone.
What is my love? nay, what indeed my heart ?
That I should dare to offer thee apart.
Take it , O Lord I wholy give to thee,
My love, my heart, my soul, my entity.
Take what is thine, for thou hast given me
My life with all its glorious destiny.
Or bid me live that I may spend my days,
O Sacred heart, in showing thy praise.
What are my goods? as nothing in thy sight,
For all belong to thee, O Lord by right.
To thee their use I humbly dedicate;
My life, my all, to thee I consecrate.