1. Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse,
All your money, talents, time, and love;
Consecrate them all upon the altar,
While your Savior from above speaks sweetly,

Trust Me, try Me,
prove Me, saith the Lord of hosts, and see
If a blessing, unmeasured blessing,
I will not pour out on thee.

2. When my wav'ring faith, in trials, falter,
When His guiding hand I cannot see,
Then in wondrous love and tender mercy,
Thro' His Word He says to me, My child, just

Trust Me, try Me,
prove Me, saith the Lord of hosts, and see
If a blessing, unmeasured blessing,
I will not pour out on thee.

3. I have yielded Him my life forever,
All I am, or have, or hope to be;
Naught on earth my hold on Him can sever,
While I hear Him say to me, My child, just

Trust Me, try Me,
prove Me, saith the Lord of hosts, and see
If a blessing, unmeasured blessing,
I will not pour out on thee.