O Fa­ther, we would thank Thee
For all Thy love has giv­en,
Our pre­sent joy of son­ship,
Our fu­ture joy in Hea­ven;
The life which sin had blight­ed
So won­drous­ly re­stored
By our mys­te­ri­ous union
With Je­sus Christ our Lord.

Rich gifts of life and glad­ness—
A new and heav’n­ly birth,
Baptismal wa­ters flowing
To cleanse the sons of earth;
The strength in which to fol­low
The steps that Je­sus trod;
And love be­yond all know­ledge
Which calls us sons of God.

O mer­cy all abun­dant
Bestowed on us today!
O hope of fu­ture glo­ry
Which fad­eth not away!
By God’s great love be­got­ten
To liv­ing hope and sure,
May we at Christ’s ap­pear­ing
Be pure as He is pure.

For all Thy gifts, O Fa­ther,
Our hymns of praise arise—
The love which calls us child­ren,
The hope which pu­ri­fies;
The grace by which we of­fer
A ser­vice glad and free;
The ear­nest of per­fect­ion,
Of full­er life with Thee.