Lord, in Thy Presence Dread and Sweet

Lord

in Thy pre­sence dread and sweet

Thine own dear Spir­it we en­treat

His se­ven­fold gifts to shed

On us

who fall be­fore Thee now

Bearing the cross up­on our brow

On which our Mas­ter bled.

Spirit of wis­dom! turn our eyes

From earth and earth­ly va­ni­ties

To heav­en­ly truth and love.

Spirit of un­der­stand­ing true!

Our souls with ho­ly light en­due

To seek the things ab­ove.

Spirit of coun­sel! be our guide;

Teach us by earth­ly strug­gles tried

Our heav­en­ly crown to win.

Spirit of for­ti­tude! Thy pow­er

Be with us in temp­ta­tion’s hour

To keep us pure from sin.

Spirit of know­ledge! lead our feet

In Thine own paths se­cure and sweet

By an­gel foot­steps trod;

Where Thou our guard­ian true shalt be

Spirit of gen­tle pi­ety!

To keep us close to God.

But most of all

be ev­er near

Spirit of God’s most ho­ly fear

In our heart’s in­most shrine:

Our souls with lov­ing rev­er­ence fill

To wor­ship His most ho­ly will

All right­eous and di­vine.

So

dear­est Lord

through peace or strife

Led us to ev­er­last­ing life

Where on­ly rest may be.

What mat­ter where our lot is cast

If only it may end at last

In para­dise with Thee!