Give me, O Lord, right views of Thee,
Thy glo­ri­ous na­ture, love, and might;
And draw my spir­it’s eyes to see
The things con­cealed from mor­tal sight;
And in the soul which Thou hast wrought,
O breathe the un­der­stand­ing thought.

Give me, O Lord, right views of Thee,
And of my­self and pur­pose here;
My life, my end, and des­ti­ny,
My sec­ret dreams of hope and fear;
O Thou who standst be­hind it all,
To Thee for light I look and call.

Give me, O Lord, right views of truth;
And give me, too, the hon­est mind,
Which of its free­dom gives the proof
In sweet for­bear­ance broad and kind;
Which will not bar­ter, slight, or sell
The truth it sees, but guard it well.

Give me, O Lord, right views of truth;
Thy all dis­cern­ing Spir­it give,
To bring light in ear­li­est youth
Thy liv­ing words by which men live;
Of all Thy gifts, I pray, im­part
A wise and un­der­stand­ing heart.