Church Hymn Book ‎#CXCIV

CXCIV. Of all the gifts thine hand bestows

1 Of all the gifts thine hand bestows,
Thou Giver of all good!
Not heav'n itself a richer knows,
Than my Redeemer's blood.

2 Faith too, the blood receiving grace,
From the same hand we gain;
Else sweetly, as it suits our case,
That gift had been in vain.

3 Till thou thy teaching pow'r apply,
Our hearts refuse to see,
And weak, as a distemper'd eye,
Shut out the view of thee.

4 Blind to the merits of thy Son,
What mis'ry we endure!
Yet fly that hand, from which alone,
We could expect a cure.

5 We praise thee, and would praise thee more,
To thee our all we owe;
The precious Saviour, and the pow'r
That makes him precious too.

Text Information

• First Line: Of all the gifts thine hand bestows
• Author: Newton
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Topic: For the Holy Communion: Return of praise after Communion

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