NOT from a stock of ours but thine, Jesus, thy flock we feed, Thy unexhausted...

NOT from a stock of ours but thine, Jesus, thy flock we feed, Thy unexhausted grace divine Supplies their every need; But if we trust thy providence, Thy power and will to save, We have the treasure to dispense, And shall for ever have.

Jesus, if we aright confess Our heart-felt poverty, We own the conscious want of grace Itself a gift from thee; And who our poverty retain, More gifts we shall receive, Multiplied grace and blessings gain, And all a God can give.

Our scanty stock as soon as known, Our insufficiency For feeding famished souls we own, And bring it, Lord, to thee; Our want received into thy hand Shall rich abundance prove, Answer the multitude's demand, And fill them with thy love.