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.