Father, be­fore Thy throne
My soul would bow;
Ne’er have I asked in vain;
O hear me now;
Hear Thou the pray­er I make,
Answer for Je­sus’ sake;
Bid faith and love awake
Within my heart.

Father, this heart of mine,
Which now I bring,
Lies down be­fore Thy feet,
A guil­ty thing;
Kindle its al­tar fire,
Then hope and zeal in­spire;
Wake Thou its si­lent lyre
In praise to Thee.

Thou art our dwell­ing place
In ev­ery age;
In Thy sweet love we trace
Our he­rit­age—
Our re­fuge from the storm,
Our shel­ter safe and warm;
Help us our vows per­form,
Father di­vine.