On trembling knees
I offer thee my King
no price of gold
of studded ring
no fragrant oil
from merchants old
no bounty harvest
of my father’s soil
Behold my King
This servant chaste, possess
Thy Sacred Heart
Queen Mother’s blest
With steady hands
and beads and twine
to praise and serve
Thy Majesty Divine
And if beads do count each Hail Mary
Then my King, my Savior, all Glory Be!
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