To Thee, O Savior Friend

To Thee

O Sav­ior friend

Our lov­ing pray­ers as­cend

To Thee we sing.

Upon Thine al­tars here

Our choic­est gifts ap­pear

And all we hold most dear

To Thee we bring.

Sometimes our love to Thee

Grows cold

and seems to be

A fleet­ing breath.

But Thine burns warm and pure

While earth­ly things en­dure:

A love for­ev­er sure

In life and death.

Dear Lord

our love re­new

That we with zeal may do

Thy ho­ly will.

Support us when we fail

Be near us when we call

Direct and help us all

To serve Thee still.