We Give Thee But Thine Own

1.We give Thee but Thine own,
Whate'er the gift may be;
All that we have is Thine alone,
A trust, O Lord, from Thee.

2.May we Thy bounties thus,
As stewards true receive;
And gladly, as Thou blessest us,
To Thee our first-fruits give.

3.O hearts are bruised and dead,
And homes are bare and cold;
And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled
Are straying from the fold.

4.To comfort and to bless,
To find a balm for woe;
To tend the lone and fatherless
Is angels' work below.

5.The captive to release,
To God the lost to bring;
To teach the way of life and peace,
It is a Christ-like thing.

6.And we believe Thy word,
Though dim our faith may be;
Whate'er for Thine we do, O Lord,
We do it unto Thee.