Of all the gifts Thy love bestows,
Thou Giver of all good.
E’en heav’n itself no richer knows
Than Jesus and His blood.
Faith, too, that trusts in Him through grace,
From that same love we gain;
Else, sweetly as it suits our case,
The gift had been in vain.
We praise Thee, and would praise Thee more,
To Thee our all we owe:
The precious Savior, and the power
That makes Him precious too.