O Thou, Who Art Above All Height

O Thou

who art ab­ove all height!

Our God

our Fa­ther

and our friend!

Beneath Thy throne of love and light

Let Thine ad­or­ing child­ren bend.

We kneel in praise

that here is set

A vine that by Thy cul­ture grew;

W kneel in pray­er

that Thou wouldst wet

Its op­en­ing leaves with heav’n­ly dew.

Since Thy young serv­ant now hath giv­en

Himself

his pow­ers

his hopes

his youth

To the great cause of truth and Heav’n

Be Thou his guide

O God of truth!

Here may his doc­trine drop like rain

His speech like Her­mon’s dews dis­till

Till green fields smile

and gold­en grain

Ripe for the har­vest

waits Thy will.

And when he sinks in death—by care

Or pain

or toil

or years op­pressed—

O God! re­mem­ber then our pray­er

And take his spir­it to Thy rest.