Our death—was all our own:
All that we are we owe to Thee,
Thou God of grace alone.
And gave us to believe;
Then, in believing, peace we found,
And in Thy Christ we live.
All that we hope to be,
When Jesus comes and glory dawns,
We owe it all to Thee.
Whoe’er can Thee repay?
Thy love is past man’s finding out,
Thy grace no man can say.
More clearly may I see,
That I may e’er more fully know
How much I owe to Thee.
He could repay Thy love,
It only means he nothing knows
Of love, all loves above.
With that dear love of Thine:
The love that made Thine heart once break,
Whoe’er that love could win?
His love is far too high;
But let our hearts with rapture burn
That He for us should die.
All that we are and have!
With grateful thanks before Thee fall,
’Tis all that we can give.