288. They Brought Their Gifts To Jesus.

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.*

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.

“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.”