Son of Thy Sire’s eter­nal love,
Take to Thy­self Thy migh­ty pow­er,
Let all earth’s sons Thy mer­cy prove,
Let all Thy bound­less grace adore;
The tri­umphs of Thy love dis­play,
In ev­ery heart reign Thou alone,
Till all Thy foes con­fess Thy sway,
And glo­ry ends what grace be­gun.

Spirit of grace, and health and pow­er,
Fountain of light and love be­low,
Abroad Thy heal­ing in­flu­ence show­er,
O’er all the na­tions let it flow;
Inflame our hearts with per­fect love,
In us the work of faith ful­fill;
So not Hea­ven’s host shall swift­er move
Than we on earth to do Thy will.

Father, ’tis Thine each day to yield
Thy child­ren’s wants a fresh sup­ply,
Thou cloth’st the lil­ies of the field,
And hear­est the young ra­vens cry:
On Thee we cast our care; we live
Through Thee, who know’st our ev­ery need;
O feed us with Thy grace, and give
Our souls this day the liv­ing bread!