Lord! what offering shall we bring, At Thine altars when we bow? Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring, Whence the kind affections flow:
Willing hands, to lead the blind, Heal the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind, Charity, with liberal store.
Teach us, O thou Heavenly King, Thus to show our grateful mind, Thus the accepted offering bring, Love to Thee and all mankind.