Can one not poor find acceptance here?
Can wealth and wisdom any off’ring make?
Where swaddled in worn cloth Thou dost appear,
Our King, our God, now mortal for our sake.
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My wealth I all could yield before Thee now,
And will, O Pearl of Price and King of Kings,
But that doth not equality endow,
With what the helpless and unlearned can bring.
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My privilege I cannot cast aside,
That others see, and that they do confer,
Nor life, nor learning, heart nor thought nor mind,
By what I know I came here by the star.
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As to the poor Thou stoopst, canst Thou to us?
We are as helpless in our sin and shame,
And having power can the more transgress,
Relying on ourselves and not Thy Name.
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But as Thou hast so stooped to bring us near,
Accepting in the star our tears and prayers,
Our gifts, by grace, we know are wanted here,
We offer Thee our best, as they did theirs.
Cherry Foster
Handmaid's Distaff 
