C.M. sung to Claremont 1 OF all the gifts Thy love bestows, Thou Giver of all good, Not heaven itself a richer knows Than the Redeemer's blood. 2 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. 3 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. | Alternative tunes (C.M.) |