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.