His gifts are great­er than my dreams,
The gifts of God to me;
As count­less as the sun­set’s gold­en beams,
As bound­less as the sea.

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His gifts are great­er than my dreams,
The gifts of Him who set me free;
And more and more abun­dant dai­ly seems
The grace of God to me.

I ask a part, He gives the whole—
Himself, and all be­side;
His lov­ing­kind­ness ov­er­flows my soul,
Inrushing as the tide.

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His ways are ways of plea­sant­ness,
His paths are paths of peace;
His hand is ever reach­ing out to bless;
He bids each sor­row cease.

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Within my heart He shall have place
To rule and reign su­preme;
My voice will ev­er praise Him for the grace
Of which I ne’er could dream.

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