1 Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse,
All your money, talents, time and love;
Consecrate them all upon the altar,
While your Savior from above speaks sweetly,

Refrain:
Trust Me, try Me,
Prove Me, saith the Lord of hosts,
And see if a blessing, unmeasured blessing,
I will not pour out on thee.

2 When my wav'ring faith in trial falters,
When His guiding hand I cannot see,
Then in wondrous love and tender mercy,
Thru His Word He says to me, My child, just [Refrain]

3 I have yielded Him my life forever,
All I am, or have, or hope to be;
Naught on earth my hold on Him can sever,
While I hear Him say to me, My child, just [Refrain]