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 firstfruits give
And we believe Thy Word
Though dim our faith may be
Whate’er for Thine we do, O Lord
We do it unto Thee
Alternate Verses
O hearts are bruised and dead
And homes are bare and cold
And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled
Are straying from the fold
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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
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