Verse 1
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.

Verse 2
May we Thy bounties thus
As stewards true receive,
And gladly, as Thou blessest us,
To Thee our first-fruits give.

Verse 3
O hearts are bruised and dead,
And homes are bare and cold,
And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled,
Are straying from the fold.

Verse 4
To comfort and to bless,
To find a balm for woe,
To tend the lone and fatherless
Is angels' work below.

Verse 5
The captive to release,
To God the lost to bring,
To teach the way of life and peace,
It is a Christ-like thing.

Verse 6
And we believe Thy word,
Though dim our faith may be;
Whate'er for Thine we do, O Lord,
We do it unto Thee.