O Lord of Heav’n and earth and sea,To Thee all praise and glory be;How shall we show our love to Thee,Who givest all?
The golden sunshine, vernal air,Sweet flowers and fruits, Thy love declare;Where harvests ripen, Thou art there,Who givest all.
For peaceful homes and healthful days,For all the blessings earth displays,We owe Thee thankfulness and praise,Who givest all.
Thou didst not spare Thine only Son,But gav’st Him for a world undone,And freely, with that blessèd One,Thou givest all.
Thou giv’st the Spirit’s blessèd dower,Spirit of life and love and power,And dost His sevenfold graces showerUpon us all.
For souls redeemed, for sins forgiv’n,For means of grace and hopes of Heav’n,Father, all praise to Thee be giv’n,Who givest all.
We lose what on ourselves we spend,We have as treasure without endWhatever, Lord, to Thee we lend,Who givest all.
Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee,Repaid a thousand-fold will be;Then gladly will we give to TheeWho givest all.
To Thee, from Whom we all deriveOur life, our gifts, our power to give:O may we ever with Thee live,Who givest all.