Mine is the earth, the worlds in all their fulness

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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!