Read "Of all the Gifts Thine Hand Bestows" by John Newton online for free on Textopian. Full text with search, annotations, highlights, and AI-powered reading aids.
I: Of all the gifts thine hand bestows, / Thou Giver of all good!
Not heaven itself a richer knows, / Than my Redeemer's blood.
II: 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.
III: Till thou thy teaching power apply, / Our hearts refuse to see, / And, weak as a distemper'd eye, / Shut out the view of thee.
IV: Blind to the merits of thy Son, / What misery we endure!
Yet fly that hand from which alone / We could expect a cure.
V: 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.