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 hon­ors 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.