Not Yours but You

“He died for me: what can I offer Him?
Toward Him swells incense of perpetual prayer:
His court wear crowns and aureoles round their hair:
His ministers are subtle Cherubim;
Ring within ring, white intense Seraphim
Leap like immortal lightnings through the air.
What shall I offer Him? defiled and bare,
My spirit broken and my brightness dim.”—
“Give Me thy youth.”—”I yield it to Thy rod,
As Thou didst yield Thy prime of youth for me.”—
“Give Me thy life.”—”I give it breath by breath,
As Thou didst give Thy life so give I Thee.”—
“Give Me thy love.”—”So be it, my God, my God,
As Thou hast loved me even to bitter death.”