O God Our Father

O God our Fa­ther

we would come to Thee

In vir­tue of our Sav­ior’s pre­cious blood;

All dist­ance gone; our souls by grace set free;

We wor­ship Thee

our Fa­ther and our God.

We would

O God

pre­sent be­fore Thy face

The frag­rant name of Thy be­lov­èd Son;

By faith we view Him in that ho­ly place

Which

by His dy­ing

He for us has won.

We share Thy joy in Him who sit­teth there;

Our hearts de­light in Thy de­light in Him;

Chiefest of thou­sands

fair­er than the fair;

His glo­ry naught can tar­nish

naught can dim.

We bow in wor­ship now be­fore Thy throne

By faith the ob­ject of Thy love would see;

Who

in the midst

His breth­ren’s song doth lead.

To Him

our Sav­ior

shall the glo­ry be!