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Given the solace of human love,
Given all sympathy sweet,
Pity, compassion, and tender cheer,
Home and companions and kindred dear,
And Gospel for sinners meet.

Given a Saviour, God's own loved Son,
And gifts He received for men,
Given His Spirit to comfort and guide,
With us, and in us, for aye to abide,
With blessings beyond our ken.

Given His wonderful Word of truth,
Given His sabbaths of rest,
Given His laws for our surest gain,
Given the wisdom that can make plain
The secrets of His behest.

Given repentance, and pardon, and peace,
Given remission of sin,
Given the faith to appropriate all,
Given the right upon God to call,
And gracious replies to win.

Given a blessed and lively hope,
Given unspeakable joy,
Given repose amid all earth's strife,
Crowned with the gift of eternal life
That never shall know alloy.

Given rich earnests of larger bliss
Than any we yet have guessed,
Bliss that can never in words be told,
That never, ah! never, in mortal mould
Can possibly be compressed.

Passing and perishing some good gifts,
Yet are the gifts renewed,
E'en though they may perish the Giver still lives,
And in His beneficence lovingly gives
To all things with life endued.