A. H. Haynes Bell - Submission lyrics

Be nothing altered of all God hath done; For who can work divinely fair as He? Who knows what is, and more, what is to be, And what to use, and what to let alone; Nor doth He need to move again that stone Once laid; nor doth He lack the power, as we, To add to all its matchless symmetry, From Ophir, gold, and beams from Lebanon: So to build up the white dome of the soul, A stately palace, an eternal home, For God Himself at length made pure and fit, Where with great power the Lord Himself will come, And with a**embled angels crown the whole With songs and shoutings of "Grace! grace to it!"