Of all the gifts Thine hand bestows,
Thou Giver of all good!
Not heaven itself a richer knows
Than my Redeemer's blood.
Faith too, the blood-receiving grace,
From the same hand we gain;
Else, sweetly as it suits our case,
That gift had been in vain.
Till Thou Thy teaching power apply,
Our hearts refuse to see,
And weak, as a distemper'd eye,
Shut out the view of Thee.
Blind to the merits of Thy Son,
What misery we endure!
Yet fly that Hand from which alone
We could expect a cure.
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.
God has given His best to us. I am an admirer of this great poet.
A beautiful, devotional poem written with spiritual insight. A fine and lofty verse
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. ~ just great poetic writings; great enjoyable
The poet's belief in the redeemer's blood is powerfully shown here, a devotional poem to my heart, brilliantly worded. Top Marks!
A beautifully crafted religious song that is spiritual and composed in praise of the God. Thanks for sharing it here.
Thy teaching power apply! ! With the hope ahead. Nice work.