1 O bring to Jehovah your tribute of praise,
The guard of your life and the guide of your ways;
The Lord of creation, He sits on His throne,
The gold and the silver He claims as His own.

2 Whate'er you possess, 'tis a proof of His love,
The gifts from beneath and the gifts from above;
He gave you your treasures, the corn and the wine,
The pearl of the ocean, the gem of the mine.

3 But high above all, He gave you His Son,
To die in your stead, for you sins to atone:
No mine's golden treasure, no pearl of the sea,
From thraldom redeemed you--
His blood set you free.

4 The source of all grace, He needs not your aid,
The world and its wealth on His footstool are laid;
The beasts of the forest acknowledge His claim,
The fowls of the mountains, He knows them by name.

5 Then what can you give, who have naught to bestow,
But a heart full of sin and a life full of woe?
The cross of His sorrows He calls you to bear,
In the wants of His people He bids you to share.

6 Then yield to the Lord the gifts of His hand,
'Tis His to dispense, 'tis His to command;
To the poor and the needy your treasures impart,
And give to your Saviour the love of your heart.