Trust, Try, and Prove Me

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,

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

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