1 All things are Yours; nothing of ours,
we bring to You, Lord of all powers;
and hence with grateful hearts today
Your own before Your feet we lay.

2 Your will was in the builders' thought;
Your hand unseen amidst us wrought;
through mortal motive, scheme and plan,
Your wise eternal purpose ran.

3 In weakness and in want we call
on You, for whom the heavens are small;
Your glory is Your children's good,
Your joy, Your tender fatherhood.

4 O Lord, be pleased these walls to bless;
fill with Your love their emptiness,
and let their door become a way
to lead us to eternal day.