1.All things are thine; no gift have we,Lord of all gifts! to offer thee;And hence, with grateful hearts to-day,Thine own, before thy feet we lay.2.Thy will was in the builders' tho't;Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought;Thro' mortal motive, scheme, and plan,Thy wise, eternal purpose ran.3.No lack thy perfect fulness knew;For human needs and longings grewThis house of prayer this home of restHere may thy saints be often blest.4.O Father! deign these walls to bless,Make this th' abode of righteousness,And let these doors a gateway beTo lead us from ourselves to thee.