O Thou who art my king,
Submissive to Thy law,
I yield my soul, un­quest­ion­ing,
In rev­er­ent­ial awe.

Father, who art in Heav­en,
Helpless I lean on Thee,
And trust, each day, grace may be giv­en
To meet earth’s po­ver­ty.

O Com­rade of life’s way,
With all my strength I rise,
Eager with Thee to serve each day,
In love’s blest en­ter­prise.

More dear than yield­ing will,
Or faith’s hu­mil­ity,
O God, is this deep-puls­ing thrill
Of com­rade­ship with Thee.