1. Every thread I wind this day,
   Every footstep on life's way,
   Every clod I shall unearth,
   Every task, whate'er its worth:
   Only for God's glory living,
   Blessing, praise and honor giving!
2. All the burdens of the day,
   All the words which I shall say,
   All the works my God may send,
   All the hours in rest I spend:
   Ever for His glory living,
   Blessing, praise and honor giving!
3. Every blood-drop in the heart,
   Every grief and aching smart,
   Every bitter pulse of pain,
   Every hour of joy again:
   Only for God's glory living,
   Blessing, praise and honor giving!
4. As I take my daily food,
   Greet another on life's road,
   Pluck a flower beside the way,
   Stoop to lift a wisp of hay:
   Ever for God's glory living,
   Blessing, praise and honor giving!
5. All, from deeds of little worth,
   To the greatest things on earth;
   Mine to build some world to be,
   Or to lie and gaze on Thee:
   For Thy glory daily living,
   Blessing, praise and honor giving

1. I have found life's Giver, and the Prince of Life;
   He has quenched my thirst, and vanquished all my strife.
   He, my living bread, became my daily meat;
   Death has died in me, Life's triumph is complete.
2. In the Church, what glory! Far horizons glow!
   And His Name all radiant on each brow doth show.
   Christ doth breathe upon her, He's her living Rock,
   Shepherd of His sheep all gathered in one flock.
3. There one holy flame doth burn within each breast;
   By one blood redeemed, in Christ they find their rest.
   All their thirst He quenches from one living stream;
   They in adoration lowly worship Him.
4. There as Bread of life faint souls He ever feeds;
   There each hungry soul may take whate'er he needs.
   Lovingly He draws each soul that truly lives,
   And in bread and wine Himself to them He gives.
5. Gone is all the earth-taint thru abounding grace;
   Hear the song of triumph from the ransomed race.
   All in glory shining, glory not their own,
   Blended into oneness, they approach the throne.

1. I saw great throngs—each was a brother dear,
   Linked with each other in one Body here;
   Each in close union with the living Head,
   The witness-folk, by Jesus' Spirit led.
2. At every time, in every clime I found
   Those, not with words to Christ, but Spirit bound.
   He strengthens them with might each day, each hour;
   Through them true works divine are wrought in power.
3. This is the Church the Spirit hath begot,
   Elect from every people, Christ their lot.
   They follow where His shepherd-staff doth lead;
   The members of this host are blessed indeed.
4. And when on earth they meet His death to show,
   To Him their vows of love they oft renew.
   Some little flock will gather there or here;
   Christ, Head of all, to every soul most near.
5. This is the temple which our Lord approves,
   The Church which truly honors Him and loves,
   Whose sacrifice is on the altar bound;
   She soon in glory will His throne surround.

1. Mine is the earth, the worlds in all their fulness;
     Mine, every ocean, river, plain, and hill;
   Mine are the stars within the heaven's stillness,
     Mine are the clouds that wander at their will.
2. Mine is the spring, when blossoms sweet are blowing,
     Wakened from slumb'ring neath the winter snow;
   Mine, summer's wealth, with her bright colors glowing;
     Mine is the fruit rich autumn doth bestow.
3. Mine, all the things created: praise the Giver!
     Fish, and all beasts, the birds upon the wing,
   Sun-loving butterflies—now and forever;
     Beauty and grace of every living thing.
4. Mine, all things lovely, blessing every hour,
     Wealth of creation, over and around;
   Mine is the sun, with its life-giving power,
     Mine is the music wonderful of sound.
5. Mine are the pillars which cannot be shaken—
     Truth in the Word, the Word that cannot fall.
   Mine is the wisdom which great thoughts awaken
     In a man's soul, that this life is not all.
6. Knowledge as needed, skill in all the doing,
     Mine, when kept closely for my Lord above;
   Beauty and wisdom, living streams e'er flowing
     Fresh from the springs of God, the God of love.
7. Mine are the battles, triumph-shouts e'er ringing—
     Joy of the warriors for the truth and right;
   Mine are the trophies God's brave ones are bringing,
     Heroes of faith and overcoming might.
8. Mine, mercies granted, and each new awaking,
     Every experience, and each soul that's won;
   Mine, the confessions sinners poor are making,
     Yea, I am joined with them, one in God's Son.
9. One' Lord in all, and all one in His Spirit,
     Heavenly fellowship earth has not known;
   Faith sees the riches we shall yet inherit,
     Glorious treasure laid up for His own.
10. All in the bounds of earth and sea and heaven,
      Creation's wonders and Thy grace are stored:
    Praise to Thee, Christ, for all the wealth Thou'st given!
      Poor in myself, but wealthy in my Lord!

1. The "churches" here below, so narrow bound,
   Reach not the hungry throngs which us surround;
   They run partway with truth, but miss the goal.
   Earth-vision blurred and dim, their eyes doth hold—
   But broken gleams have they of radiance gold;
   Too dazzling is the splendor of the whole.
2. Brothers with brothers have not all one heart,
   In wrath they turn away and walk apart,
   Who from one stream of life had common birth.
   What fight for forms! O'er doctrines what vain strife!
   Instead together sharing God's one life,
   Who worshipped is by heaven and by earth.
3. "Where is the truth?" I asked; for this I longed:
   None answered right 'mid all the answering throng;
   For ever side by side lay light and shade.
   "Where is," I cried, "the one communion pure?
   Where is the Church in which, clear-traced and sure,
   The Spirit's very likeness is portrayed?"
4. So sought I long, and hopeless was my quest;
   These eyes grew dim and blind and found no rest,
   Till God's touch opened them, and I was freed.
   I found the Spirit's Church in souls made one
   In this, that they in troth to Christ had come—
   His Bride, to follow where the cross may lead.
5. Thus when I see this small world's narrow thought,
   Behold the brother not with brother brought,
   Yet serving Christ—as each one deemeth right—
   Ah, then a voice from realms of glory calls,
   Where the last veil is rent and earthward falls,
   And where God's love, eternal, burneth bright.
6. No more we put that query without end,
   To which self-chosen church our feet did trend—
   What doctrines we believed, what sacred rites.
   In Christ we were in bonds that nought could break;
   Who, by His cross and death, do all forsake,
   Such as were far asunder He unites.
7. No longer does one heed mere formal phrase,
   Or seek for others' creeds through winding maze,
   For in Himself was truth made manifest.
   And out of every tongue and every land
   He formed one Church to meet His own demand—
   His Body, where His fulness is expressed.

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