There is so much that you can give to me-- br I cannot bring you anything at all, br Save worship and the little, tender words br My lips let fall. br br But you--oh, you can feed my hungry heart, br And you can fill my chalice soul with wine, br Till I grow drunk with drinking, marvelling br At love like thine. br br How selfishly I come to beg all this, br I who can give you nothing, dear, at all, br Save worship and the little, grateful words br My lips let fall.