We Bring No Glittering Treasures

We bring no glit­ter­ing trea­sures

No gems from earth’s deep mine;

We come

with sim­ple mea­sures

To chant Thy love di­vine.

Children

Thy fa­vors shar­ing

Their voice of thanks would raise

Father

ac­cept our of­fer­ing

Our song of grate­ful praise.

The dear­est gift of Heav­en

Love’s writ­ten word of truth

To us is ear­ly given

To guide our steps in youth.

We hear the won­drous sto­ry

The tale of Cal­va­ry;

We read of homes in glo­ry

From sin and sor­row free.

Redeemer

grant Thy bless­ing

O

teach us how to pray!

That each

Thy fear pos­sess­ing

May tread life’s on­ward way.

Then

where the pure are dwell­ing

We’ll hope to meet again;

And

sweet­er num­bers swell­ing

For ever praise Thy name.