What shall I ren­der to my God
For all His mer­cy’s store?
I’ll take the gifts He hath be­stowed,
And hum­bly ask for more.

The sac­red cup of sav­ing grace
I will with thanks re­ceive,
And all His pro­mis­es em­brace,
And to His glo­ry live.

My vows I will to His great name
Before His peo­ple pay,
And all I have, and all I am,
Upon His al­tar lay.

Thy law­ful ser­vant, Lord, I owe
To Thee what­e’er is mine,
Born in Thy fa­mi­ly be­low,
And by re­demp­tion Thine.

Thy hands cre­at­ed me, Thy hands
From sin have set me free,
The mer­cy that hath loosed my bands
Hath bound me fast to Thee.

The God of all re­deem­ing grace
My God I will pro­claim,
Offer the sac­ri­fice of praise,
And call upon His name.

Praise Him, ye saints, the God of love,
Who hath my sins for­giv­en,
Till, ga­thered to the church above,
We sing the songs of Hea­ven.