OF ALL THE GIFTS THY LOVE BESTOWS
1. Of all the gifts
Thy love bestows,
Thou Giver of all
good!
E'en heav'n itself
no richer knows
Than Jesus and His
blood.
2. Faith, too, that
trusts the blood through grace,
From that same love
we gain;
Else, sweetly as it
suits our case,
The gift had been
in vain.
3. O Love divine,
Thou vast abyss!
Our sins buried in
Thee,
Cover'd is our
unrighteousness,
From all debts we
are free.
4. In Jesus' blood
our hearts can trace
The footprints of
Thy love,
And know the riches
of Thy grace,
The holy
righteousness.
5. Though heart may
fail and flesh decay,
On firm ground we
remain,
When earth and
heav'n shall pass away,
Our anchor shall
sustain.
6. Until that day,
we then shall prove,
The full worth of
Thy love.
But here on earth,
my life still needs
Thy great
sustaining power.
7. We praise Thee,
and would praise Thee more,
To Thee our all we
owe;
The precious
Saviour, and the power
That makes Him
precious too.
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