What shall we of­fer our good Lord,
Poor no­things! for His bound­less grace!
Fain would we His great name re­cord,
And wor­thi­ly set forth His praise.

Great ob­ject of our grow­ing love,
To whom our more than all we owe,
Open the fount­ain from above,
And let it our full souls o’er­flow.

So shall our lives Thy pow­er pro­claim,
Thy grace for ev­ery sin­ner free;
Till all man­kind shall learn Thy name,
Shall all stretch out their hands to Thee.

Open a door which earth and hell
May strive to shut, but strive in vain;
Let Thy Word rich­ly in us dwell,
And let our gra­cious fruit re­main.

O mul­ti­ply the sow­er’s seed!
And fruit we ev­ery hour shall bear,
Throughout the world Thy Gos­pel spread,
Thy ev­er­last­ing truth de­clare.

We all, in per­fect love re­newed,
Shall know the great­ness of Thy pow­er;
Stand in the tem­ple of our God,
As pil­lars, and go out no more.