The glorious Gift

ALL praise and glory now be given
To God, the Lord above,
Who gives to us the best of Heaven,
Himself, His Grace, and Love.

Most precious are his Promises,
They firm and sure be;
Thou all our wants wilt, Lord, supply,
And that continually.

Though we are poor in earthly things,
And little do possess;
Yet richer are than wicked Kings,
And never shall have less.

He that hath God, possesseth all.
And what would he have more?
Shall not that Man contented be?
Can any think he's poor?

O let us then lift up our voice,
And sing melodiously;
And in the Lord always rejoyce
Until we come to die.