Twice

• I took my heart in my hand

  (O my love, O my love)
• Yet a woman's words are weak;

  You should speak, not I.
• With a friendly smile,

  With a critical eye you scann'd
• As you set it down it broke-

  Broke, but I did not wince;

  I smiled at the speech you spoke
• O my God, O my God
• My hope was written on sand
• Refine with fire its gold,

  Purge Thou its dross away
• Whence none can pluck it out.
• All that I have I bring,

  All that I am I give,

  Smile Thou and I shall sing,

  But shall not question much.