Father, the tithes are in!
Within Thy house is gathered all my store;
All I possess I now have counted o'er,
And here I lay it down. Would it were more!
Father, the tithes are in!
Father, my tithes are in!
Weary, and yet triumphant, do I stand
With emptied heart and waiting, outstretched hand;
And only Thou and I can understand
How all my tithes are in.
Father, my tithes are in:
And but that now my lips can speak Thy name.
Unfearing aught, I would be bowed in shame.
Nor dare to take the blessing I may claim
As one whose tithes are in.
But now my tithes are in,
And though I tarried long, rebelliously
Withholding that which kept Thy smile from me,
I stand with open face, and say to Thee,
Father, my tithes are in!
