And shall I fear
That there is anything that men hold dear
Thou would'st deprive me of,
And nothing give in place?

That is not so -
For I can see Thy face
And I can hear Thee now:

"My child, I died for Thee.
And if the gift of love and life
You took from Me,
Shall I one precious thing withhold -
One beautiful and bright,
One pure and precious thing withhold?
My child, it cannot be."
- Betty Scott Stam