1 Thine are all the gifts, O God,
Thine the broken bread;
Let the naked feet be shod,
And the starving fed.
2 Let Thy children, by Thy grace,
Give as they abound,
Till the poor have breathing-space,
And the lost are found.
3 Wiser than the miser's hoards
Are the giver's choice;
Sweeter than the song of birds
Is the thankful voice;
4 Welcome smiles on faces sad
As the flowers of spring:
Let the tender hearts be glad
With the joy they bring.
5 Happier for their pity's sake
Make their sports and plays,
And from lips of childhood take
Thy perfected praise.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895
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