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<h2>ALL THINGS ARE THINE</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;The world is Mine, and all that is in it.&#8221; Psalm 50:12</h3></p>
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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>
<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.
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;Melcombe,&#8221; <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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</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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<p>All things are Thine; no gift have we,<br>
Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee:<br>
And hence with grateful hearts today<br>
Thine own before Thy feet we lay.</p>
<p>Thy will was in the builders&#8217; thought;<br>
Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought;<br>
Through mortal motive, scheme and plan<br>
Thy wise eternal purpose ran.</p>
<p>No lack Thy perfect fullness knew;<br>
For human needs and longings grew<br>
This house of prayer, this home of rest,<br>
In the fair garden of the West.</p>
<p>In weakness and in want we call<br>
On Thee for Whom the heavens are small;<br>
Thy glory is Thy children&#8217;s good,<br>
Thy joy Thy tender Fatherhood.</p>
<p>O Father, deign these walls to bless;<br>
Fill with Thy love their emptiness;<br>
And let their door a gateway be<br>
To lead us from ourselves to Thee.</p>
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