We Give Thee But Thine Own,
Whatever The Gift May Be,
For All 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.

To Comfort And To Bless,
To Find A Balm For Woe,
To Tend The Lone And Fatherless
Is Angels’ Work Below.

And We Believe Thy Word,
Tho Dim Our Faith May Be;
Whatever We Do For Thine, O Lord,
We Do It Unto Thee.

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