What shall I give for thee,

Thou Pearl of greatest price?

For all the treasures I possess

Would not suffice.

        I give my store of gold;

        It is but earthly dross,

        But thou wilt make me rich, beyond

        All fear of loss.

Mine honours I resign;

They are but small at best:

Thou like a royal star wilt shine

Upon my breast.

        My worldly joys I give,

        The flowers with which I played;

        Thy beauty, far more heavenly fair,

        Shall never fade.

Dear Lord, is that enough?

Nay, not a thousandth part.

Well, then, I have but one thing more:

Take Thou my heart.               �Henry Van Dyke