O Thou, Who Hast at Thy Command

O Thou

who hast at Thy com­mand

The hearts of all men in Thy hand

Our way­ward

err­ing hearts in­cline

To have no oth­er will but Thine.

Our wish­es

our de­sires

con­trol;

Mold ev­ery pur­pose of the soul;

O’er all may we vic­tor­ious prove

That stands be­tween us and Thy love.

Thrice blest will all our bless­ings be

When we can look through them to Thee;

When each glad heart its tri­bute pays

Of love and gra­ti­tude and praise.

And while we to Thy glo­ry live

May we to Thee all glo­ry give

Until the fi­nal sum­mons come

That calls Thy will­ing serv­ants home.