p. 10 | Dedication by S. Wilcox Stocker

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · May 24, 1906

Dedication

By S. Wilcox Stocker

I CAN but offer Thee a lowly home, Lowly as that to which thou cam'st of yore; Yet, if thou wilt, O Saviour, deign to come, That home shall be a palace evermore.

I can but offer thee a lowly gift, Not mine the gold, the frankincense, the myrrh; But if thou wilt receive, thy love shall lift My humble gift above earth's treasures rare.

I can but offer thee a simple song, Not mine to use the poet's glowing fire. Yet if thou listen, it shall seem among The swelling anthems of the heavenly choir.

I can but offer thee a sinful heart, How sinful knowest thou, who for sin died; But if thou take it, sin shall all depart, Nor e'er return, if thou within abide.

Take, then, O Saviour Christ, take all I bring, My home, my gift, my song, my yearning heart, Take all, for all are thine, my God, my King; These have no lasting good from thee apart.

— S. Wilcox Stocker.