Thou from Whom All Being Sprang

Thou from whom all be­ing sprang

Thou on whom all crea­tures hang

Thine eter­nal will must be

Nature’s mor­al har­mo­ny.

That all-per­fect law main­tains

Holy bliss

where’er it reigns.

Happy all who so ful­fill

Willingly

their mak­er’s will.

By what dire mys­ter­ious force

Swerving from their pro­per course

Did crea­ted wills be­gin

Discord

mi­se­ry

and sin?

There are re­gions near Thy throne

Where all ev­il is un­known.

Angels who ex­cel in might

Find Thy serv­ice pure de­light.

All those glo­ri­ous hosts above

Do Thy word on wings of love.

Each

in his as­signed em­ploy

Finds a ple­ni­tude of joy.

Father of eter­nal grace

Thou hast loved man’s re­bel race.

Let Thy will

through Christ

Thy Son

As in Heav’n

on earth be done.

Here in vain Thy law is known

Heard in thun­der

graved on stone.

By Thy grace Thy will im­part:

Write Thy law on ev­ery heart.

Let Thy re­con­cil­ing word

By all tribes of men be heard.

Give the new cre­ation birth:

Let Thy will be done on earth.