All things are thine; no gift have we
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All things are thine; no gift have we,Lord of all gifts! to offer thee;And hence, with grateful hearts to-day,Thine own, before thy feet we lay.
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Thy will was in the builders' thought;Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought;Through mortal motive, scheme, and plan,Thy wise, eternal purpose ran.
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No lack thy perfect fullness knew;For human needs and longings grewThis house of prayer—this home of rest:Here may thy saints be often blessed.
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In weakness and in want we callOn thee, for whom the heavens are small;Thy glory is thy children's good,Thy joy thy tender fatherhood.
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O Father! deign these walls to bless,Make this the abode of righteousness,And let these doors a gateway beTo lead us from ourselves to thee.