Jesus, we on the word de­pend,
Spoken by Thee while pre­sent here,
The Fa­ther in My name shall send
The Ho­ly Ghost, the Com­fort­er.

That pro­mise made to Ad­am’s race,
Now, Lord, in us, ev­en us, ful­fill;
And give the Spir­it of Thy grace,
To teach us all Thy per­fect will.

That hea­ven­ly Teach­er of man­kind,
That Guide in­fal­li­ble im­part,
To bring Thy say­ings to our mind,
And write them on our faith­ful heart.

He on­ly can the words ap­ply
Through which we end­less life pos­sess
And deal to each His le­ga­cy,
His Lord’s un­ut­ter­able peace.

That peace of God, that peace of Thine,
O might He now to us bring in,
And fill our souls with pow­er di­vine,
And make an end of fear and sin.

The length and breadth of love re­veal,
The height and depth of De­ity;
And all the sons of glo­ry seal,
And change, and make us all like Thee!