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| 1. | Al-might-y Fa-ther of all things that be, Our life, our work, we con-se-crate to Thee, Whose heav’ns de-clare Thy glo-ry from a-bove, Whose earth be-low is wit-ness to Thy love. |
| 2. | For well we know this wear-y, soil-ed earth Is yet Thine own by right of its new birth, Since that great Cross up-reared on Cal-va-ry Re-deemed it from its fault and shame to Thee. |
| 3. | Thine still the change-full beau-ty of the hills The pur-ple val-leys flecked with sil-ver rills, The o-cean glist’n-ing ‘neath the gold-en rays; They all are Thine, and voice-less speak Thy praise. |
| 4. | Thou dost the strength to work-man’s arm im-part; From Thee the skilled mus-i-cians mys-tic art, The grace of po-et’s pen or paint-er’s hand To teach the love-li-ness of sea and land. |
| 5. | Then grant us, Lord, in all things Thee to own, To dwell with-in the sha-dow of Thy throne, To speak and work, to think, and live, and move, Re-flect-ing Thine own na-ture, which is love; |
| 6. | That so, by Christ re-deemed from sin and shame, And hal-lowed by Thy Spir-it’s cleans-ing flame, Our-selves, our work, and all our pow’rs may be A sa-cri-fice ac-cept-a-ble to Thee. |
