Father, let Thy smil­ing face
Here with­in this ho­ly place,
Sweetly shin­ing on my heart,
Bid all sin­ful thoughts de­part.

Jesus, Thou whose cease­less love
Intercedes for us above,
Bend to me Thy list­en­ing ear,
Make my way­ward heart sin­cere.

Comforter of all the saints,
Gently heal my soul’s com­plaints;
May a fore­taste now be giv­en
Of the Sab­bath day of Hea­ven.