The Perfect Sacrifice

I place an offering at thy shrine,

From taint and blemish clear,

Simple and pure in its design,

Of all that I hold dear.

I yield thee back thy gifts again,

Thy gifts which most I prize;

Desirous only to retain

The notice of thine eyes.

But if, by thine adored decree,

That blessing be denied;

Resigned and unreluctant, see

My every wish subside.

Thy will in all things I approve,

Exalted or cast down;

Thy will in every state I love,

And even in thy frown.