Whate'er the gift may be:
All that we have is thine alone,
A trust, O Lord! from thee.
2 O, hearts are bruised and dead,
And homes are bare and cold,
And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled,
Are straying from the fold.
3 To comfort and to bless,
To find a balm for woe,
To tend the lone and fatherless