O Gift of Gifts!
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O gift of gifts! O grace of faith!
My God, how can it be
That Thou, who hast discerning love
Shouldst give that gift to me?
How many hearts Thou mightst have had
More innocent than mine,
How many souls more worthy far
Of that sweet touch of Thine!
Ah, grace, unto unlikeliest hearts
It is thy boast to come;
The glory of thy light to find
In darkest spots a home.
How can they live, how will they die,
How bear the cross of grief,
Who have not yet the light of faith,
The courage of belief?
The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross,
Seems trifles less than light:
Earth looks so little and so low
When faith shines full and bright.
O happy, happy that I am!
If thou canst be, O faith,
The treasure that thou art in life,
What will thou be in death?
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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