1 We bring no glittering treasures,
No gems from earth's deep mine:
We come, with simple measures,
To chant thy love divine.
Children, thy favors sharing,
Their voice of thanks would raise;
Father, accept our off'ring,
Our song of grateful praise.
2 The dearest gift of heaven,
Love's written word of truth,
To us is early given,
To guide our steps in youth;
We hear the wondrous story,
The tale of Calvary;
We read of homes in glory,
From sin and sorrow free.
3 Redeemer, grant thy blessing!
Oh, teach us how to pray,
That each, thy fear possessing,
May tread life's onward way;
Then, where the pure are dwelling,
We hope to meet again,
And, sweeter numbers swelling,
For ever praise thy Name.
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First Line: | We bring no glittering treasures, No gems from earth's deep mine |
Author: | Phillips |
Meter: | 7s & 6s |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | The Sunday-School; Out of the Mouth of Babes, etc. |
Notes: | Public Domain. |