1.They bro't their gifts to Jesus,And laid them at his feet,And love for this dear Saviour,Made ev'ry off'ring sweet;Good deeds and words of kindness,Help for the poor of earth,And not a gift among themWas tho't of little worth.Chorus: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.2.Apart from other giversA poor wayfarer stood;He saw the gifts they offered,The poorest counted good,And he was filled with longing,A gift, tho' poor, to bring;Alas! all empty handed He stood before the King. [Chorus]3."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,Tho' all of them are precious,Thine is the best of all. [Chorus]