The Gifts of God

His gifts are great­er than my dreams

The gifts of God to me;

As count­less as the sun­set’s gold­en beams

As bound­less as the sea.

His gifts are great­er than my dreams

The gifts of Him who set me free;

And more and more abun­dant dai­ly seems

The grace of God to me.

I ask a part

He gives the whole—

Himself

and all be­side;

His lov­ing­kind­ness ov­er­flows my soul

Inrushing as the tide.

His ways are ways of plea­sant­ness

His paths are paths of peace;

His hand is ever reach­ing out to bless;

He bids each sor­row cease.

Within my heart He shall have place

To rule and reign su­preme;

My voice will ev­er praise Him for the grace

Of which I ne’er could dream.