O Lord of Heav’n and earth and sea,
To Thee all praise and glory be;
How shall we show our love to Thee,
Who givest all?
The golden sunshine,
vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruits, Thy love
declare;
Where harvests ripen, Thou art there,
Who givest all.
For peaceful homes and healthful
days,
For all the blessings earth displays,
We owe Thee thankfulness and praise,
Who givest all.
Thou didst not spare Thine only Son,
But gav’st Him for a world undone,
And freely, with that blessèd One,
Thou givest all.
Thou giv’st the Spirit’s blessèd
dower,
Spirit of life and love and power,
And dost His sevenfold graces shower
Upon us all.
For souls redeemed, for sins
forgiv’n,
For means of grace and hopes of Heav’n,
Father, all praise to Thee be giv’n,
Who givest all.
We lose what on ourselves we spend,
We have as treasure without end
Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend,
Who givest all.
To Thee, from Whom we all derive
Our life, our gifts, our power to give:
O may we ever with Thee live,
Who givest all.
