376. 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 heav'ns 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!