1 Mine is the earth, the worlds in all their fulness;
Mine, every ocean, river, plain, and hill;
2 Mine is the spring, when blossoms sweet are blowing,
Wakened from slumb'ring neath the winter snow;
3 Mine, all the things created: praise the Giver!
Fish, and all beasts, the birds upon the wing,
4 Mine, all things lovely, blessing every hour,
Wealth of creation, over and around;
5 Mine are the pillars which cannot be shaken —
Truth in the Word, the Word that cannot fall.
6 Knowledge as needed, skill in all the doing,
Mine, when kept closely for my Lord above;
7 Mine are the battles, triumph-shouts e'er ringing —
Joy of the warriors for the truth and right;
8 Mine, mercies granted, and each new awaking,
Every experience, and each soul that's won;
9 One Lord in all, and all one in His Spirit,
Heavenly fellowship earth has not known;
10 All in the bounds of earth and sea and heaven,
Creation's wonders and Thy grace are stored: