Being of be­ings, God of love;
To Thee our hearts we raise;
Thy all sus­tain­ing pow­er we prove,
And glad­ly sing Thy praise.

Thine, hol­ly Thine, we pant to be;
Our sac­ri­fice re­ceive;
Made, and pre­served, and saved by Thee,
To Thee our­selves we give.

Heav’nward our ev­ery wish as­pires,
For all Thy mer­cy’s store;
The sole re­turn Thy love re­quires,
Is that we ask for more.

For more we ask, we op­en then
Our hearts t’em­brace Thy will:
Turn and re­vive us, Lord, again,
With all Thy full­ness fill.

Come, Ho­ly Ghost, the Sav­ior’s love
Shed in our hearts abroad;
So shall we ev­er live, and move,
And be, with Christ, in God.