We bring no glit­ter­ing trea­sures,
No gems from earth’s deep mine;
We come, with sim­ple mea­sures,
To chant Thy love di­vine.
Children, Thy fa­vors shar­ing,
Their voice of thanks would raise,
Father, ac­cept our of­fer­ing,
Our song of grate­ful praise.

The dear­est gift of Heav­en,
Love’s writ­ten word of truth,
To us is ear­ly given,
To guide our steps in youth.
We hear the won­drous sto­ry,
The tale of Cal­va­ry;
We read of homes in glo­ry,
From sin and sor­row free.

Redeemer, grant Thy bless­ing,
O, teach us how to pray!
That each, Thy fear pos­sess­ing,
May tread life’s on­ward way.
Then, where the pure are dwell­ing,
We’ll hope to meet again;
And, sweet­er num­bers swell­ing,
For ever praise Thy name.