483- All Things Are Thine
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.
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.
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.
In weakness and in want we call
On Thee, for whom the heavens are small;
Thy glory is Thy children's good,
Thy joy Thy tender Fatherhood.
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!