Praise For Faith.
Of all the gifts thine hand bestows, Thou Giver of all good! Not heaven itself a richer knows Than my Redeemers 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 distemperd 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.
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