Our Fa­ther, un­to Thee
We now on bend­ed knee
Our voic­es raise.
For all Thy love has wrought,
Our life with bless­ings fraught,
Transcending all our thought,
We speak Thy praise.

And not by lips alone
Would we Thy good­ness own,
And wor­ship Thee,
But may our lives ex­press
That which our hearts con­fess,
And we in ho­li­ness
More wor­thy be.

And may our hands reach out
To those who round about
Demand our love.
In ev­ery hour of need
May we their plead­ings heed,
Till earth be­comes in­deed
Like Hea­ven above.