In Oblation

Be not offended if my mortal hand

Lacketh  grace to offer Thee oblation

Yet this hand is Thy gift

Sanctified by Thy touch.

I will use it humbly

And lift this offering of love to Thy feet.

I will cherish my mind

For it hath brought me thoughts of Thee.

I will cherish my heart

For it hath brought me thoughts of Thee;

And I will crown this life with a crown of bliss

For it hath brought me to Thy gate.