1 All things are thine; no gift have we, Lord of all gifts, to offer thee; and so with grateful hearts today thine own before thy feet we lay. 2 Thy will was informed builders' thought; thy hand unseen amidst us wrought; through mortal motive, scheme, and plan, thy wise eternal purpose ran. 3 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. 4 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.