Like Gentle Dew

Like gen­tle dew the bless­ings fall

From God whose love in­spires our song;

Our time

our tal­ents and our all

From Him re­ceived

to Him be­long.

Then let us of­fer to His name

The will­ing sac­ri­fice of praise;

And may our grate­ful lips pro­claim

His good­ness in the notes we raise!

On Je­sus all our sins were laid;

He free­ly shed His pre­cious blood

And thus our ad­vo­cate was made

That He might bring us near to God.

To save from death our guil­ty race

He bore the cross

en­dured the pain;

O won­drous rich­es of His grace!

In Him we die to live again.