We Give Thee but Thine Own

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.

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

To comfort and to bless,To find a balm for woe,To tend the lone and fatherlessIs angels' work below.

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

And we believe thy word,Though dim our faith may be:Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord,We do it unto thee.