Our Father, unto Thee

Our Fa­ther

un­to Thee

We now on bend­ed knee

Our voic­es raise.

For all Thy love has wrought

Our life with bless­ings fraught

Transcending all our thought

We speak Thy praise.

And not by lips alone

Would we Thy good­ness own

And wor­ship Thee

But may our lives ex­press

That which our hearts con­fess

And we in ho­li­ness

More wor­thy be.

And may our hands reach out

To those who round about

Demand our love.

In ev­ery hour of need

May we their plead­ings heed

Till earth be­comes in­deed

Like Heav­en ab­ove.