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My little child receives my gift, / A simple piece of bread; / But to her mouth she doth not lift / The love in bread conveyed, / Till on my lips, unerring, swift, / The morsel first is laid.
This is her grace before her food, / This her libation poured; / Uplift, like offering Aaron good / Heaved up unto the Lord; / More riches in the thanks than could / A thousand gifts afford!
My Father, every gift of thine, / Teach me to lift to Thee; / Not else know I the love divine, / With which it comes to me; / Not else the tenfold gift is mine / Of taking thankfully.
Yea, all my being I would lift, / An offering of me; / Then only truly mine the gift, / When so received by Thee; / Then shall I go, rejoicing, swift, / Through thine Eternity.