1 O Lord, my heart would bring Thee more,
Something more,
Something more,
For when I count Thy mercies o’er,
Count Thy mercies o’er,
I find them numberless and strong,
With full forgiveness for all wrong,
And I would praise Thee with my song,
Praise Thee with my song.

2 All I possess is from Thy hand,
Willing hand,
Loving hand,
All that is good Thou dost command,
Dost in love command,
All that I have I bring to Thee,
An offering so full and free,
For well I know Thou lovest me,
Lovest even me.

3 All that I hope for Thou dost give,
Freely give,
Fully give,
That I in heav’n with Thee may live,
I with Thee may live,
And when I reach the golden shore,
Where those that meet shall part no more,
Then will I praise Thee evermore,
Praise Thee evermore.