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O Jesus, crowned with all renown,
since thou the earth hast trod,
thou reignest and by thee come down
henceforth the gifts of God.
By thee the suns of space, that burn
unspent, their watches hold;
the hosts that turn and still return,
are swayed and poised and rolled.
The powers of earth, for all their ills,
an endless treasure yield;
the precious things of th'ancient hills,
forest and fruitful field.
Thine is the health and thine the wealth
that in our halls abound,
and thine the beauty and the joy
with which the years are crowned.
Lord, in their change, let frost and heat,
and winds and dews be given;
all fostering power, all influence sweet,
breathe from the bounteous heaven.
Attemper fair and gentle air
the sunshine and the rain,
that kindly earth with timely birth
may yield her fruits again:
That we may feed the poor aright,
and gathering round thy throne,
here, in the holy angel's sight,
repay thee of thine own:
That we may praise thee all our days,
and with the Father's Name,
and with the Holy Spirit's gifts,
the Savior's love proclaim.
altered in The Hymnal 1916 can be found at