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 firstfruits 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 Christlike thing.