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My Lily snatches not my gift; / Glad is she to be fed, / But to her mouth she will not lift / The piece of broken bread, / Till on my lips, unerring, swift, / The morsel she has laid.
This is her grace before her food, / This her libation poured; / Even thus his offering, Aaron good / Heaved up to thank the Lord, / When for the people all he stood, / And with a cake adored.
So, Father, every gift of thine / I offer at thy knee; / Else take I not the love divine / With which it comes to me; / Not else the offered grace is mine / Of sharing life with thee.
Yea, all my being I would bring, / Yielding it utterly, / Not yet a full-possessed thing / Till heaved again to thee: / Away, my self! away, and cling / To him that makes thee be!