Almighty Father of all things that be |
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Tune: |
Chilton Foliat |
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Metre: |
10 10 10 10 |
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Almighty
Father of all things that be,
Our
life, our work, we consecrate to thee,
Whose
heavens 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 voiceless speak thy praise.
Thou
dost the strength to workman’s arm impart;
From
thee the skilled musician’s mystic art,
The
grace of poet’s pen or printer’s hand
To
teach the loveliness of sea and land.
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