Praise to thee, O dear Redeemer

1Praise to thee, O dear Redeemer,
For the riches of thy grace;
Bow, my soul, no idle dreamer,
Worship him who saves the race;
He who reigns our God on high,
He who laid his glory by;
Sing his praises, sing his praises,
Sing of him who came to die.

2How shall mortal man alone sing
Thou the high, immortal One?
Sinful dust might oft before thee
While the countless ages run;
Yet 'twere vain to worship thee
Gifeless love the motive be.
O my Saviour! O my Saviour!
Grant this gift of love to me.

3Vain are all the words I've spoken,
Lord, to show that love is mine;
Godly life shall be the token
Of my love for things divine.
This I covet, this bestow,—
Strength to live as here below;
Then how much thy child doth love thee,
O my Saviour, thou shalt know.