Help me to be ho­ly, O Fa­ther of light;
Guilt-burdened and low­ly, I bow in Thy sight;
How shall a stained con­sci­ence dare gaze on Thy face,
E’en though in Thy pre­sence Thou grant me a place?

Help me to be ho­ly, O Sav­ior di­vine;
Why con­quer so low­ly this na­ture of mine?
Stamp deep­ly Thy like­ness where Sa­tan’s has been;
Expel with Thy bright­ness my dark­ness and sin!

Help me to be ho­ly, O Spir­it di­vine;
Come, sanc­ti­fy whol­ly this tem­ple of Thine;
Now cast out each id­ol, here set up Thy throne.
Reign, reign with­out ri­val, su­preme and alone!