My Gift, My Offering

My Gift, My Offering
Written by Sally DeFord

O’er Judah’s hills arose a song The choirs of heaven, singing ere the dawnAnd legions gathered at the manger-side Their gift an anthem to the Holy Child

No harp of gold have I to play Nor voice of angels tuned to sing His praiseBut with a spirit full of carols to the newborn King
I bring my song to Him My gift, my offering

O’er eastern lands arose a star A shining beacon to seekers from afarAnd wise men followed the bright celestial guide To bring their treasures to the Holy Child
No gift have I, like those of old I set before Him the treasures of my soulAnd though I bear no riches worthy of the newborn KingI bring my heart to Him My gift, my offering

His guiding light shines o’er us still And joyful tidings echo from the hillsAnd I will follow to the manger-side To bring my homage to the Holy Child
No earthly wealth have I to give Nor angel anthems, but what I have is HisAnd as I kneel before the cradle of the newborn KingI bring my all to Him My song and my soul to Him
I bring my all to Him My gift, my offering