Day 22: Wednesday
An Offering
Come, bring your gift. If blessings were as slow As men's returns, what would become of fools? What have you there? a heart? but is it pure? Search well and see; for hearts have many holes. Yet one pure heart is nothing to bestow: In Christ two natures met to be your cure.
O that within us hearts had propagation, Since many gifts do challenge many hearts! Yet one, if good, may title to a number; And single things grow fruitful by desserts. In public judgments one may be a nation, And fence a plague, while others sleep and slumber.
But all I fear is lest your heart displease, As neither good, nor one: so oft divisions Your lusts have made, and not your lusts alone; Your passions also have their set partitions. These parcel out your heart: recover these, And you may offer many gifts in one.
There is a balsam, or indeed a blood, Dropping from heaven, which does both cleanse and close All sorts of wounds; of such strange force it is. Seek out this All-heal, and seek no repose, Until you find and use it to your good: Then bring your gift, and let your hymn be this; |
Since my sadness
Into gladness Lord you do convert, O accept What you have kept, As your due dessert.
Had I many, Had I any, (For this heart is none) All were thine And none of mine: Surely yours alone.
Yet your favor May give savor To this poor oblation; And it raise To be your praise, And be my salvation.
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Shaker Hymn Tune "Simple Gifts" 1848