| We give thee but thine own, Whate'er the gift may be: All that we have is thine alone, A trust, O Lord, from thee. | | May we thy bounties thus As stewards true receive, And gladly, as thou blessest us, To thee our first-fruits give. | | O hearts are bruised and dead, And homes are bare and cold, And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled Are straying from the Fold! | | To comfort and to bless, To find a balm for woe, To tend the lone and fatherless Is angels' work below. | | The captive to release, To God the lost to bring, To teach the way of life and peace, It is a Christ-like thing. | | And we believe thy word, Though dim our faith may be; Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto thee. | |