Great Mover of All Hearts

Great mov­er of all hearts

whose hand

Doth all the sec­ret springs com­mand

Of human thought and will

Thou

since the world was made

dost bless

Thy saints with fruits of ho­li­ness

Their or­der to ful­fill.

Faith

hope

and love here weave one chain;

But love alone shall then re­main

When this short day is gone:

O love

O truth

O end­less light

When shall we see Thy Sab­bath bright

With all our la­bors done?

We sow ’mid pe­rils here and tears;

There the glad hand the har­vest bears

Which here in grief hath sown:

Great Three in One

the in­crease give;

Thy gifts of grace

by which we live

With heav­en­ly glo­ry crown.