Of all the gifts thine hand bestows,
      Thou Giver of all good!

Of all the gifts thine hand bestows,
     Thou Giver of all good!
Not heaven itself a richer knows
     Than my Redeemer's blood.

Faith too, the blood-receiving grace,
     From the same hand we gain;
Else, sweetly as it suits our case,
     That gift had been in vain.

Till thou thy teaching power apply,
     Our hearts refuse to see,
And weak, as a distempered eye,
     Shut out the view of thee.

Blind to the merits of thy Son,
     What misery we endure!
Yet fly that hand from which alone
     We could expect a cure.

We praise thee, and would praise thee more,
     To thee our all we owe;
The precious Saviour, and the power
     That makes him precious too.

~ William Cowper

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