Of all the gifts Thy love bestows
Thou Giver of all good!
Not heaven itself a richer knows,
Than the Redeemer’s blood.

Faith, too, that trusts the blood 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 Saviour, and the Power
That makes Him precious too.