Lord of glory! thou hast bought us
Lord of glory! thou hast bought us,With thy life-blood as the price,Never grudging, for the lost ones,That tremendous sacrifice;—And, with that, hast freely givenBlessings, countless as the sand,To the thoughtless and the evil,With thine own unsparing hand.
Grant us hearts, dear Lord, to yield theeGladly, freely, of thine own;With the sunshine of thy goodness,Melt our thankless hearts of stone,Till our cold and selfish natures,Warmed by thee, at length believeThat more happy and more blessèd'T is to give than to receive.
Wondrous honor hast thou givenTo our humblest charity,In thine own mysterious sentence,—"Ye have done it unto me!"Give us faith to trust thee boldly,Hope, to stay our souls on thee;But, O,—best of all thy graces—Give us thine own charity.