OF all Thy gifts the best. On us Thy needy people, sore distress'd, Sore travel worn, and stained with sin and woe, Of all Thy gifts the best. Then shall we find, amid life's toilsome quest, The peace of God, from which all blessings flow. Then shall no evil fears our souls molest. Faith, faith in Thee, faith that, where'er we go, Thy presence goes with us, and gives us rest That is in heaven above, on earth below, Of all Thy gifts the best! |