Of all the gifts Thine hand bestows, <br />Thou Giver of all good! <br />Not heaven itself a richer knows <br />Than my Redeemer's blood. <br /> <br />Faith too, the blood-receiving grace, <br />From the same hand we gain; <br />Else, sweetly as it suits our case, <br />That gift had been in vain. <br /> <br />Till Thou Thy teaching power apply, <br />Our hearts refuse to see, <br />And weak, as a distemper'd eye, <br />Shut out the view of Thee. <br /> <br />Blind to the merits of Thy Son, <br />What misery we endure! <br />Yet fly that Hand from which alone <br />We could expect a cure. <br /> <br />We praise Thee, and would praise Thee more, <br />To Thee our all we owe: <br />The precious Saviour, and the power <br />That makes Him precious too.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/praise-for-faith/
