Holy Spir­it, Lord of glo­ry,
Look on us Thy flock to­day,
Meekly kneel­ing at Thy foot­stool
For Thy se­ven­fold gifts we pray;
Guide us all our earth­ly jour­ney
In the true and nar­row way.

Foes on ev­ery hand are round us,
And our hearts are weak and frail;
Gird us with Thy heav­en­ly ar­mor;
Never let us yield or quail;
Give us vic­to­ry in the strug­gle
When the hosts of sin as­sail.

Blessèd Je­sus, draw Thou near us,
As be­fore Thy cross we bow;
Help us to be true and faith­ful,
Seal our sac­ra­ment­al vow;
We Thy sol­diers are, and se­rvants;
Hear our so­lemn pro­mise now.

Lead us by Thy gui­ding pre­sence
Through the waste with dan­ger rife;
Feed us with the heav­en­ly man­na,
That we faint not in the strife;
Slake our wea­ry spir­its’ thirst­ing
From the liv­ing well of life.

Looking ev­er un­to Je­sus,
Leaning on His staff and rod;
May we fol­low in His foot­steps,
Tread the path that He has trod,
Till we dwell with Him for ev­er
In the pa­ra­dise of God!