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.

C.M.                W. Cowper