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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>ALL THINGS ARE THINE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The world is Mine, and all that is in it.” Psalm 50:12</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_h_whittier_jg.jpg" alt="John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)" width="100" height="156"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_h_whittier_jg.html" target="_blank">John Greenleaf Whittier</a>, written for the opening of Plymouth Church, Minnesota, 1872.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Melcombe,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_webbe_s.html" target="_blank">Samuel Webbe, Sr.</a>, 1782 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_melcombe.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_webbe_s_sr.gif" alt="Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1740-1816)" width="124" height="165.333333333333"></td>
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<p>All things are Thine; no gift have we,<br>
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Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee:<br>
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And hence with grateful hearts today<br>
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Thine own before Thy feet we lay.</p>
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<p>Thy will was in the builders’ thought;<br>
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Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought;<br>
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Through mortal motive, scheme and plan<br>
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Thy wise eternal purpose ran.</p>
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<p>No lack Thy perfect fullness knew;<br>
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For human needs and longings grew<br>
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This house of prayer, this home of rest,<br>
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In the fair garden of the West.</p>
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<p>In weakness and in want we call<br>
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On Thee for Whom the heavens are small;<br>
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Thy glory is Thy children’s good,<br>
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Thy joy Thy tender Fatherhood.</p>
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<p>O Father, deign these walls to bless;<br>
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Fill with Thy love their emptiness;<br>
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And let their door a gateway be<br>
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To lead us from ourselves to Thee.</p>
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