O Thou, who gav’st
Thy servant grace
On Thee the living
Rock to rest,
To look on Thine
unveiled face,
And lean on Thy
protecting breast.
Grant us, O King of
mercy, still
To feel Thy presence
from above,
And in Thy word and
in Thy will
To hear Thy voice and
know Thy love.
And when the toils
of life are done,
And nature waits Thy
just decree,
To find our rest
beneath Thy throne,
And look in certain
hope to Thee.
To Thee, O Jesus,
Light of Light,
Whom as their King
the saints adore,
Thou strength and
refuge in the fight,
Be laud and glory
evermore.
