OF all the gifts thine hand bestows, Thou Giver of all good! Not heaven 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 power apply, Our hearts refuse to see, And weak, as a distempered eye, Shut out the view of thee. Blind to the merits of thy Son, What misery we endure! Yet fly that hand from which alone We could expect a cure. We praise thee, and would praise thee To thee our all we owe; [more, The precious Saviour, and the power That makes him precious too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIRAM POWERS' GREEK SLAVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IDEA: TO THE READER OF THESE SONNETS, INTRODUCTION by MICHAEL DRAYTON THOSE WHO LOVE by SARA TEASDALE THE REASON WHY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |