God, whose giving knows no ending,
From
Your rich and endless store:
Nature’s
wonder, Jesus’ wisdom,
Constantly
cross, grave’s shattered door.
Gifted
by You, we turn to You,
Off’ring
up Yourselves in praise:
Thankful
song shall rise forever,
Gracious
donor of our days.
2
Skills
and time are ours for pressing
Toward
the goals of Christ, Your Son:
All
at peace in health and freedom,
Races
joined, the church made one.
Now
direct our daily labor,
Lest
we strive for self alone:
Born
with talents, make us servants
Fit
to answer at Your throne.
3
Treasure,
too, You have entrusted,
Gain
through pow’er Your grace conferred:
Ours
to use for home and kindred,
And
to spread the Gospel Word.
Open
wide our hands in sharing,
As
we heed Christ’s ageless call.
Healing,
teaching, and reclaiming,
Serving
You by loving all.