O Lord and Master of Us All

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 purity
doth all our lusts condemn;
the love that draws us nearer thee
is hot with wrath to them.

Yet weak and blinded though we be,
thou dost our service own;
we bring our varying gifts to thee,
and thou rejectest none.

Apart from thee all gain is loss,
all labor vainly done;
the solemn shadow of the cross
is better than the sun.

We faintly hear, we dimly see,
in diff'ring phrase we pray;
but, dim or clear, we own in thee
the Life, the Truth, the Way.