All the glory

This evening I found the following beautiful text by Anne R. Cousin. 
(Somebody needs to compose a nice new setting for it.)

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Lord, mine must be a spotless dress,
But 'tis not mine to weave it;
For Thou hast wrought my righteousness—
I have but to receive it.
Fair robe divine!—the grace is mine,
And all the glory, Lord, is Thine.

It is not mine to toil for peace—
Thy Cross, O Christ, doth make it!
I only need from toil to cease,
And gladly, simply take it.
Sweet peace divine!—the grace is mine,
And all the glory, Lord, is Thine!

It is not mine to purchase life,
Since life Thou freely givest;
Wielding Thy power 'mid sin and strife,
I live because Thou livest.
Glad life divine!—the grace is mine,
And all the glory, Lord, is Thine.