As a king,...unto the King

Love doth so grace and dignify
That beggars treat as king with king
Before the Throne of God most High:
Love recognises love’s own cry,
And stoops to take love’s offering.

A loving heart, tho’ soiled and bruised;
A kindling heart, tho’ cold before;
Who ever came and was refused
By Love? Do, Lord, as Thou art used
To do, and make me love Thee more.