Vast blessings do you pour on men, We often think them fine. But evil is the heart that then Wants all them to be mine. We spend them for desires vast, Our pleasures always soar, And when we use them to the last We turn and ask for more. But does it ever cross our mind These gifts are not for me? I wonder if we’ll someday find You’ve given them for thee? You give us gifts to share your name To all your peoples here, To spread through all the earth your fame So all to you draw near. We are a river, not a pond, Through us your gifts should flow. And what you send should point beyond So you can all men know.