Help me to be holy, O Fa­ther of light;
Guilt-burdened and lowly, I bow in Thy sight;
How shall a stained conscience dare gaze on Thy face,
E’en though in Thy presence Thou grant me a place?

Help me to be holy, O Sav­ior divine;
Why conquer so lowly this nature of mine?
Stamp deeply Thy likeness where Satan’s has been;
Expel with Thy brightness my darkness and sin!

Help me to be holy, O Spi­rit divine;
Come, sanctify wholly this temple of Thine;
Now cast out each idol, here set up Thy throne.
Reign, reign without rival, supreme and alone!