| Song | We Give Thee But Thine Own |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | We Give Thee But Thine Own |
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We Give Thee But Thine Own,
Whatever 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 First-Fruits 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 Christ-Like Thing
And We Believe Thy Word,
Though Dim Our Faith May Be;
Whatever For Thine We Do, O Lord,
We Do It Unto Thee
