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ALL PRAISE BE THINE

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · May 17, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 20.

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ALL PRAISE BE THINE

By George Lansing Taylor

GEORGE LANSING TAYLOR
"NOT unto us, O Lord, not unto us," The praise or honor, power or glory be! Our naked spirit bows in shame and dust, And empty all our nothingness to Thee.
"Not unto us!" How trifling all our might, Our toils or talents, gifts or growth or grace; Nothing, and less than nothing, in thy sight, Our works, ourselves, before Thy glorious face.
"Not unto us;" the grass, the flowers, the trees, Breathe in low whispers when the sunshine rains; "Not unto us;" the beasts, the birds, the breeze, Responsive murmur o'er the hills and plains.
"Not unto us!" with kneeling waves the sea Proclaims in reverence 'round a thousand shores; "Not unto us;" throughout infinity From space to space the star-voiced anthem pours.
"Not unto us;" Thy feeblest offspring sigh, The animated notes through nature sown; "Not unto us;" Thy grandest creatures cry, That burn with formless flames before Thy throne.
"Not unto us!" how sweet to join the strain, In self-deliverance blissful and complete; And all our toils, successes, failures, pain, To lose, O Christ Jehovah, at Thy feet!
"Not unto us;" O Lord of lords supreme, Whate'er we work, Thou workest; Thine the praise; O wake us, cleanse us, light us with Thy beam, And work in us, through us, to endless days.