1. Lord of Glory, who hast bought us with Thy lifeblood as the price, Never grudging for the lost ones that tremendous sacrifice; And with that hast freely given blessings countless as the sand, To th'unthankful and the evil with Thine own unsparing hand.
2. Grant us hearts, dear Lord, to yield Thee gladly, 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 believe That more happy and more blessed 'tis to give than to receive.
3. Wondrous honor hast Thou given to our humblest charity. In Thine own mysterious sentence, "Ye have done it unto Me." Can it be, O gracious Master, Thou dost deign for alms to sue, Saying by Thy poor and needy, "Give as I have given you"
4. Lord of Glory, who hast bought us with Thy lifeblood as the price, Never grudging for the lost ones that tremendous sacrifice; 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.
Words: Eliza S. Alderson, 1864.
Music: 'HyFrydol' Rowland H. Prichard, 1830.
Setting: "The English Hymnal", 1906.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2006 Revision.
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