O Thou, Whose own vast tem-ple stands, Built over earth and sea,

Accept the walls that human hands Have raised to wor-ship Thee. A-men.

(J=84) Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, By lane and cell obscure,

And let love's treasures still be spent, Like His, up - on

In this wide world of ill,

2 Like Him through scenes of deep distress, 3 For Thou hast placed us side by side,
Who bore the world's sad weight,
We, in their crowded loneliness,
Would seek the desolate.

And, that Thy followers may be tried,
The poor are with us still.

4 Mean are all offerings we can make,
But Thou hast taught us, Lord,
If given for the Saviour's sake,
They lose not their reward. Amen.

WILLIAM CROSWELL

270 SCHUMANN S. M.

64 4

Arr. fr. ROBERT SCHUMANN

(J=88) We give Thee but Thine own, What-e'er the gift may be:

All

On His al-tar laid, we leave them: Christ, present them! God receive them! A-men.

The fel-low-ship of kin-dred minds Is like to that

Count-less in num- ber, but in Thee, May we be