Hymn 65
Praise for Faith
Praise for Faith
Of all the gifts thine hand bestows,
Thou Giver of all good!
Not heav’n itself a richer knows,
Than my Redeemer’s 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 pow’r apply,
Our hearts refuse to see;
And weak, as a distemper’d eye,
Shut out the view of thee.
Blind to the merits of thy Son,
What mis’ry 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 pow’r
That makes him precious too.