Almighty Father of All Things That Be

Almighty Fa­ther of all things that be

Our life

our work we con­se­crate to Thee

Whose heav’ns de­clare Thy glo­ry from ab­ove

Whose earth be­low is wit­ness to Thy love.

For well we know this wea­ry

soil­èd earth

Is yet Thine own by right of its new birth

Since that great cross up­reared on Cal­va­ry

Redeemed it from its fault and shame to Thee.

Thine still the change­ful beau­ty of the hills

The pur­ple val­leys flecked with sil­ver rills

The ocean glist­en­ing ’neath the gold­en rays;

They all are Thine

and cease­less speak Thy praise.

Thou dost the strength to work­er’s arm im­part;

From Thee the skilled mu­si­cian’s rea­soned art;

The grace of po­et’s pen or paint­er’s hand

To teach the love­li­ness of sea and land.

Then grant us

Lord

in all things Thee to own

To dwell within the sha­dow of Thy throne

To speak and work

to think and live and move

Reflecting Thine own na­ture

which is love.

That so

by Christ re­deemed from sin and shame

And hal­lowed by Thy Spir­it’s cleans­ing flame

Ourselves

our work

and all our pow­ers may be

A sac­ri­fice ac­cept­able to Thee.