What Have I Done for Thee.
By Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle
Oh, thou who didst for me,
Hang bleeding on the tree,
On far off Calvary,
That I might live,
What offering can I make,
Dear Saviour, for thy sake,
What bounty give? Thy holy martyrs, Lord,
With blood have sealed thy word;
Their groanings hast thou heard—
Thine eye hath seen
The faggot-fire's glare,
The dungeon dark and bare,
Where saints have been. Thou'st seen thy prophets die,
Thine ear hath heard their cry;
And Saviour, what am I
Better than they?
What can I do for thee,
Who didst so much for me,
Dear Lord, I pray? Almighty as thou art,
Give me with thee a part,
O, God, accept this heart,
Nor turn away.
Though full of guilt within,
O cleanse me from my sin,
I humbly pray. Wilt thou, my blessed King,
Accept my offering,
The tribute that I bring,
A heart so true?
Before thy feet I fall,
And give to thee mine all,
Thy rightful due.