1 We bring no glittering treasures,
No gems from earth's deep mine;
We come with simple measures,
To chant Thy love divine.
We all, Thy favours sharing,
Our voice of thanks would raise:
Father, accept our offering,
Our song of grateful praise.
2 The dearest gift of Heaven,
Love's precious Word of Truth,
To sinners thou hast given,
To guide their steps in youth;
To tell the wondrous story,
The tale of Calvary;
To tell of homes in glory,
From sin and sorrow free.
3 Redeemer, grant Thy blessing;
Oh, teach us how to pray!
That we, Thy love possessing,
May tread life's devious way;
Till, where the pure are dwelling,
By grace we meet again,
And, sweeter numbers swelling,
For ever praise Thy name.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | We bring no glittering treasures |
| Meter: | 7s and 6s, 8 lines |
| Publication Date: | 1874 |
| Notes: | Tune: Missionary |