My Simple Sacrifice

The rows of rich and wealthy

Flowed gaily past the stand,

Bestowing gifts of treasure

Of gold and silver grand.

Then, hidden in the great parade,

A lowly woman came,

In quietness and simple faith

She smiled as she gave.

Take my two mites, my simple sacrifice.

Tis all that I have to offer Thee.

With all of my heart, I give you every part,

For that is what You really want of me.

The multitudes had gathered 

On the hillside by the sea,

Seeking for the Savior 

Who had come from Galilee.

But as the day was far spent

A little boy arose,

Not willing just to here the Word,

He brought his little loaves.

I'll give to Christ my simple sacrifice,

Tis all that I have to offer Thee.

With all of my heart, I give you every part,

For that is what You really want of me.

You ask not for great riches,

Nor for feasts from the stall,

Neither great, astounding talent;

You want my very all.

I'll give to Christ my simple sacrifice,

Tis all that I have to offer Thee.

With all of my heart, I give you every part,

For that is what You really want of me.