For unto Thee all pow'r — all praise belongs

For unto Thee all pow'r — all praise belongs,
Thine are united saints' and angels' songs,
Redeemed spirits, — they who near Thy throne
Stand in Thy light, or at Thy bidding move,
Who know no song — no cause for gladness own
But that one deep exhaustless theme — Thy love:
They, and Thy suffering saints, who wait below,
'Mid sins, temptations, weariness, and woe, —
Swell the same chorus; every tongue and tribe
To Thee all might — all majesty ascribe;
Thine is the kingdom — reign in every heart,
Thine is the power — create us as Thou art,
And Thine the glory — at Thy feet shall fall
Ten thousand thousand crowns, and Thou the Lord of all.