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STEWARDSHIP.
In marts of wealth, in gilded halls,
At power's exalted shrine,
With solemn voice, Jehovah calls,
“This wealth, this power, is mine.”
At power's exalted shrine,
With solemn voice, Jehovah calls,
“This wealth, this power, is mine.”
Grateful, whate'er you need, enjoy,
Of all the bounteous store;
The rest, 't is God's command, employ
To bless His suffering poor.
Of all the bounteous store;
The rest, 't is God's command, employ
To bless His suffering poor.
Give freely, like the fruitful seed;
Give, like the sun and rain,—
Claiming no merit for the deed,
Nor asking aught again.
Give, like the sun and rain,—
Claiming no merit for the deed,
Nor asking aught again.
Those words of love, a rich reward
For every gift shall be,—
“Ye gave it unto Christ the Lord,
Ye gave it unto me.”
For every gift shall be,—
“Ye gave it unto Christ the Lord,
Ye gave it unto me.”
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