| O Lord and Master of us all,Whate’er our name or sign,
 We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
 We test our lives by Thine.
 Thou judgest us; Thy purityDoth all our lusts condemn;
 The love that draws us nearer Thee
 Is hot with wrath to them.
 Our thoughts lie open to Thy sightAnd naked to Thy glance
 Our secret sins are in the light
 Of Thy pure countenance.
 Yet weak and blinded though we be,Thou dost our service own;
 We bring our varying gifts to Thee,
 And Thou rejectest none.
 To Thee our full humanity,Its joys and pains belong;
 The wrong of man to man on Thee
 Inflicts a deeper wrong.
 Who hates, hates Thee; who loves, becomesTherein to Thee allied:
 All sweet accords of hearts and homes
 In Thee are multiplied.
 Apart from Thee all gain is loss,All labor vainly done;
 The solemn shadow of the cross
 Is better than the sun.
 Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord,What may Thy service be?
 Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word,
 But simply following Thee.
 We faintly hear, we dimly see,In differing phrase we pray;
 But dim or clear, we own in Thee
 The Light, the Truth, the Way.
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