We give Thee but Thine own, Whate'er the gift may be; All that we have is Thine alone, A trust, O Lord, from Thee. May we Thy bounties thus As stewards true receive, And gladly, as Thou blessest us, To Thee our firstfruits give. O hearts are bruised and dead, And homes are bare and cold, And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled Are straying from the fold. To comfort and to bless, To find a balm for woe, To tend the lone and fatherless Is angels' work below. The captive to release, To God the lost to bring, To teach the way of life and peace? It is a Christlike thing. And we believe Thy Word, Though dim our faith may be; Whate'er for Thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto Thee.في الهزيع الرابع Ապրում Ես Դու Ու Չգիտես Քո Սերը,Տեր,Մաքրում է Հոգիս, Júregimde qara daq wrjʿt yạ yswʿ Boh nás pozýva yswʿ rby mw̉ty ạlạ̉gẖạny Quel ami fidèle et tendre دي حبة الخردل Slávne nebeské výšiny
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