Lord Jesus, blessèd Giver,
We give of Thine to Thee;
Thy gifts are like a river,
Full flowing, wide and free.
So let our love, outgoing
Among the songs of men,
Thy strength and joy bestowing,
Return Thy gifts again.

O give us of Thy Spirit
That joys to give Its all;
Thy voice—O when we hear it
May we obey its call.
That voice whose call is pleading
From nations far away—
We hear it, we are heeding;
Lord, help us to obey.

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.

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.