The Bargain

What shall I give for thee,
  Thou Pearl of greatest price?
For all the treasures I possess
  Would not suffice.
I give my store of gold;
  It is but earthly dross:
But thou wilt make me rich, beyond
  All fear of loss.
Mine honours I resign;
  They are but small at best:
Thou like a royal star wilt shine
  Upon my breast.
My worldly joys I give,
  The flowers with which I played;
Thy beauty, far more heavenly fair,
  Shall never fade.
Dear Lord, is that enough?
  Nay, not a thousandth part.
Well, then, I have but one thing more:
  Take Thou my heart.