Something for Jesus

1They bro't their gifts to Jesus,
And laid them at His feet,
And love for this dear Saviour,
Made ev'ry off'ring sweet;
Good deeds and words of kindness,
Help for the poor of earth,
And not a gift among them Was tho't of little worth.

RefrainWouldst bring a gift to Jesus,
That He will count most sweet?
Say,
“Lord, my heart I give Thee,”
And lay it at His feet.

2Apart from other givers A poor wayfarer stood;
He saw the gifts they offered,
The poorest counted good,
And he was filled with longing,
A gift, tho' poor, to bring;
Alas! all empty handed He stood before the King.

3“Dear Lord,” he cried in sorrow,
“I know how kind Thou art,
Take all I have to give Thee,
My sinful wayward heart.”
Then Jesus answered softly,
“Count not the gift as small,
Tho' all of them are precious,
Thine is the best of all.”