Text: | Liberality |
1 The gold and silver are the Lord's,
And ev'ry blessing earth affords;
All come from his propitious hand,
And must return at his command.
2 The blessings which I now enjoy,
I must for Christ and souls employ;
For if I use them as my own,
My Lord will soon call in his loan.
3 When I to him in want apply,
He never does my suit deny;
And shall I then refuse to give,
Since I so much from him receive?
4 Shall Jesus leave the realms of day,
And clothe himself in humble clay?
Shall he become despis'd and poor,
To make me rich forever more!
5 And shall I wickedly withhold
To give my silver or my gold,
To aid a cause my soul approves,
And save the sinners Jesus loves.
6 Expand my heart--incline me, Lord,
To give the whole I can afford;
That what thy bounty render'd mine,
I may with cheerful hands resign.
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First Line: | The gold and silver are the Lord's |
Title: | Liberality |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Special Occasions: Collections |
Notes: | Public Domain. |