All silver and all gold is Mine,
Declares the Sov’reign King;
So where’s an off’ring we must give,
A gift that we must bring?
If He were hungry, would He ask
For us to bring Him food?
He owns the cattle on all hills;
From Him come all things good.
Behold, the risen Lamb of God,
Whose blood makes sins forgiv’n!
His flesh can feed our hungry souls;
He is the Bread from Heav’n.
’Tis we need Him, and not He us;
His grace the ransom paid.
Behold, He knocks and bids us dine;
Let’s join the feast He made!
Texts: Haggai 2:8; Psalm 50:8-10,12; James 1:17; John 1:29; 6:35,51; Revelation 3:20.
Tune: “Llanfyllin,” a traditional Welsh melody.