The Perfect Sacrifice
I place an offering at thy shrine, From taint and blemish clear, Simple and pure in its design, Of all that I hold dear. I yield thee back thy gifts again, Thy gifts which most I prize; Desirous only to retain The notice of thine eyes. But if, by thine adored decree, That blessing be denied; Resigned and unreluctant, see My every wish subside. Thy will in all things I approve, Exalted or cast down; Thy will in every state I love, And even in thy frown.
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