O Thou, Our Savior, Brother, Friend

O Thou

our Sav­ior

bro­ther

friend

Behold a cloud of in­cense rise;

The pray­ers of saints to Heav­en as­cend

Grateful

ac­cept­ed sac­ri­fice.

Regard our pray­ers for Zi­on’s peace;

Shed in our hearts Thy love abroad;

Thy gifts abun­dant­ly in­crease;

Enlarge

and fill us all with God.

Before Thy sheep

great Shep­herd

go

And guide into Thy per­fect will;

Cause us Thy hal­lowed name to know

The work of faith in us ful­fill.

Help us to make our call­ing sure;

O let us all be saints in­deed

And pure

as Thou Thy­self art pure

Conformed in all things to our head.

Take the dear pur­chase of Thy blood:

Thy blood shall wash us white as snow;

Present us sanc­ti­fied to God

And per­fect­ed in love be­low.