They brought their gifts to Jesus,
And laid them at His feet,
And love for this dear Saviour,
Made every offering sweet;
Good deeds and words of kindness,
Help for the poor of earth,
And not a gift among them
Was thought of little worth.

Refrain
Wouldst bring a gift to Jesus,
That He will count most sweet?
Say, "Lord, my heart I give Thee,"
And lay it at His feet.

Apart from other givers
A poor wayfarer stood;
He saw the gifts they offered,
The poorest counted good;
And he was filled with longing,
A gift, though poor, to bring;
Alas! all empty handed
He stood before the King.

"Dear Lord," he cried in sorrow,
"I know how kind Thou art,
Take all I have to give Thee,
My sinful wayward heart."
Then Jesus answered softly,
"Count not the gift as small,
Though all of them are precious,
Thine is the best of all."