Mine is the earth, the worlds in all their fulness

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!