To His Saviour. the New-year’s Gift

That little pretty bleeding part
  Of foreskin send to me:
And I’ll return a bleeding heart
  For New–Year’s gift to Thee.

Rich is the gem that Thou did’st send,
  Mine’s faulty too and small;
But yet this gift Thou wilt commend
  Because I send Thee all.

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