Text 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 builder’s thought;Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought;Thro’ mortal motive, scheme and plan,Thy wise, eternal purpose ran. 3No lack Thy perfect fullness knew;For human needs…
Tag: wm. gardiner’s sacred melodies
Text 1Where cross the crowded ways of life,where sound the cries of race and clan,above the noise of selfish strife,we hear your voice, O Son of Man. 2From tender childhood’s helplessness,from woman’s grief, man’s burdened toil,from famished souls, from sorrow’s stress,your heart has never known recoil. 3The cup of water given for you stillholds the…