Ancient of Days, who sittest throned in glory,To Thee all knees are bent, all voices pray;Thy love has blessed the wide world’s wondrous storyWith light and life since Eden’s dawning day.
O Holy Father, who hadst led Thy childrenIn all the ages, with the fire and cloud,Through seas dry shod, through weary wastes bewildering;To Thee, in reverent love, our hearts are bowed.
O Holy Jesus, Prince of Peace and Savior,To Thee we owe the peace that still prevails,Stilling the rude wills of men’s wild behavior,And calming passion’s fierce and stormy gales.
O Holy Ghost, the Lord and the Lifegiver,Thine is the quickening power that gives increase;From Thee have flowed, as from a pleasant river,Our plenty, wealth, prosperity and peace.
O Triune God, with heart and voice adoring,Praise we the goodness that doth crown our days;Pray we that Thou wilt hear us, still imploringThy love and favor kept to us always.
O Son of Man! Thy Name by choice,Our hope, our joy, our life,Make us like Thee, whose gentle voiceWas never heard in strife.
Holy and harmless, undefiledOn earth Thou went’st alone;Cam’st from the depths of heaven a child,To make the lost Thine own.
To be a glory in our night,And bring us from aboveThe way Heav’n’s children live, all brightWith self forgetting love.
In all things like Thy brethren made,O teach us how to beWith meekness, gentleness arrayedIn all things like to Thee.
O Son of Man, our Hero strong and tender,Whose servants are the brave in all the earth,Our living sacrifice to Thee we render,Who sharest all our sorrows, all our mirth.
O feet so strong to climb the path of duty,O lips divine that taught the words of truth,Kind eyes that marked the lilies in their beauty,And heart that kindled at the zeal of youth.
Lover of children, boyhood’s inspiration,Of all mankind the Servant and the King;O Lord of joy and hope and consolation,To Thee our fears and joys and hopes we bring.
Not in our failures only and our sadnessWe seek Thy presence, Comforter and Friend;O rich man’s Guest, be with us in our gladness,O poor man’s Mate, our lowliest tasks attend.