All things are Thine; no gift have we,
Lord
of all gifts, to offer Thee;
And
hence with grateful hearts today,
Thine
own before Thy feet we lay.
2
Thy
will was in the builder’s thought;
Thy
hand unseen amidst us wrought;
Thro’
mortal motive, scheme and plan,
Thy
wise, eternal purpose ran.
3
No
lack Thy perfect fullness knew;
For
human needs and longings grew
This
house of prayer-- this home of rest.
Here
may Thy saints be often blessed.
4
In
weakness and in want we call
On
Thee, for whom the heav’ns are small;
Thy
glory is Thy children's good,
Thy
joy Thy tender Fatherhood.
5
O
Father! Deign these walls to bless;
Make
this the abode of righteousness,
And
let these doors a gateway be
To
lead us from ourselves to Thee!