ALL things are Thine: no gift have we, Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee; And hence with grateful hearts to-day, Thy own before Thy feet we lay. Thy will was in the builders' thought; Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought; Through mortal motive, scheme and plan, Thy wise eternal purpose ran. No lack Thy perfect fulness knew; For human needs and longings grew This house of prayer, this home of rest, In the fair garden of the West. 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, Fill with Thy love their emptiness, And let their door a gateway be To lead us from ourselves to Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA TWO VARIATIONS ON AN OLD NURSEY RHYME: 2 by EDITH SITWELL THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON PIONEERS OF DETROIT by LEVI BISHOP |