1. Lord of Glo- ry, who hast bought us with Thy life- blood as the price, Nev- er grud- ging for the lost ones that tre- men- dous sac- ri- fice; And with that hast free- ly giv- en bless- ings count- less as the sand, To th'un- thank- ful and the ev- il with Thine own un- spar- ing hand.

2. Grant us hearts, dear Lord, to yield Thee glad- ly, free- ly, of Thine own. With the sun- shine of Thy good- ness melt our thank- less hearts of stone. Till our cold and self- ish na- tures, warmed by Thee, at length be- lieve That more hap- py and more bless- ed 'tis to give than to re- ceive.

3. Wond- rous hon- or hast Thou giv- en to our humb- lest cha- ri- ty. In Thine own mys- ter- ious sen- tence, "Ye have done it un- to Me." Can it be, O grac- ious Mas- ter, Thou dost deign for alms to sue, Say- ing by Thy poor and need- y, "Give as I have giv- en you"

4. Lord of Glo- ry, who hast bought us with Thy life- blood as the price, Nev- er grud- ging for the lost ones that tre- men- dous sac- ri- fice; Give us faith, to trust Thee bold- ly; hope, to stay our souls on Thee; But O, best of all Thy gra- ces, give us Thine own cha- ri- ty.