All Things Are Thine

1All 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.

2Thy will was in the builders' tho't;
Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought;
Thro' mortal motive, scheme, and plan,
Thy wise, eternal purpose ran.

3No lack Thy perfect fulness knew;
For human needs and longings grew This house of prayer— this home of rest Here may Thy saints be often blest.

4O Father! deign these walls to bless,
Make this th'abode of righteousness,
And let these doors a gateway be To lead us from ourselves to Thee.