O Thou, with whom, in sweet con­tent,
The soul that loves Thee shall abide,
Grant that Thy Spir­it may be sent,
That by its in­flu­ence pu­ri­fied
And touched and blessed, we may be free,
Father and Friend, to dwell with Thee.

Oh, fire our hearts with quench­less love
For men, and for Thy truth di­vine—
That we may guide to things above,
Where in Thy heav’ns eter­nal shine
The strong at­tract­ions of that home
From which, when found, no soul can roam.

And if upon our lone­ly way,
We faint and cry to Thee for aid,
Then, O our Fa­ther, grant, we pray,
That, by us trem­bling and afraid,
May walk the Lead­er of our race,
Filling with light and joy the place.

Crown us with love, and so with peace,
Transfigure du­ty to de­light;
Our lips in­spire, our faith in­crease,
Brighten with hope our dark­est night.
Bring us from earth­ly bond­age free,
To find our heav’n in serv­ing Thee.