By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 WHAT shall we offer our good Lord,
      Poor nothings! for his boundless grace?
      Fain would we his great name record,
      And worthily set forth his praise.

      2 Great object of our growing love,
      To whom our more than all we owe,
      Open the fountain from above,
      And let it our full souls o'erflow.

      3 So shall our lives thy power proclaim,
      Thy grace for every sinner free;
      Till all mankind shall learn thy name,
      Shall all stretch out their hands to thee.

      4 Open a door which earth and hell
      May strive to shut, but strive in vain;
      Let thy word richly in us dwell,
      And let our gracious fruit remain.

      5 O multiply the sower's seed!
      And fruit we every hour shall bear,
      Throughout the world thy gospel spread,
      Thy everlasting truth declare

      6 We all, in perfect love renewed,
      Shall know the greatness of thy power;
      Stand in the temple of our God
      As pillars, and go out no more.