John M. Neale, 1844
O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills|
The bounds of the eternal hills
And yet vouchsaf'st, in Christian lands,
To dwell in temples made with hands.
2. Grant that all we who here today
3. Endue the creatures with Thy grace
4. To Thee they all belong, to Thee,|
The treasures of the earth and sea;
And when we bring them to Thy throne,
We but present Thee with Thine own.
5. Endue the hearts that guide with skill,
6. Both now and ever, Lord, protect
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