We all, O Father, all are Thine;

All feel Thy providential care;

And, through each varying scene of life,

Alike Thy constant love we share.

And whether grief oppress the heart;

Or whether joy elate the breast;

Or life still keep its little course;

Or death invite the heart to rest;—

All are Thy messengers, and all

Thy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey;

And all are training man to dwell

Nearer to heaven, and nearer Thee.