1 What shall I give for Thee,
Thou Pearl of greatest price?
For all the treasures I possess
Would not suffice.

2 I give my store of gold;
It is but earthly dross:
But Thou wilt make me rich, beyond
All fear of loss.

3 Mine honors I resign;
They are but small at best:
Thou like a royal star wilt shine
Upon my breast.

4 My worldly joys I give,
The flowers with which I played;
Thy beauty, far more heavenly fair,
Shall never fade.

5 Dear Lord, is that enough?
Nay, not a thousandth part.
Well, then, I have but one thing more:
Take Thou my heart.