All That Thou Hast Done

All That Thou Hast Done


O that ye be worshipped!
O that ye be praised!
O that ye be lifted up,
And thy Holy Name raised!

How majestic are the lilys;
How savory is the wheat.
How gentle are thy nail-scarred hands
When thou washest my filthy feet.

Thine Body hath been my substance
And Thy Blood has filled my cup.
Thy countenance is mine assurance,
And with pleasure, I lift thee up!

In thy grace I find forgiveness;
In thy love I find refuge.
To Thy pow'r, my fears succumb;
My soul, Thy Spirit deluged.

Thy wrath comsumes my enemies,
Thy anger doth wax hot.
But 'gainst me Thou dost take restraint;
Injure me, Thou doest not.

My thirst is quenched in Thy living waters;
Thou anointest my head with oil.
In thy bosom, find I respite,
And I no longer toil.

I thank thee, my Adonai,
My Cleft within the rock.
Thou camest into my wretched abode,
When I openedst my door to thy knock.

Thou enteredst in, and purged me clean.
I am made anew.
I am Thy temple; Use me, Lord!
I commit my life to You.