O God our Fa­ther, we would come to Thee
In vir­tue of our Sav­ior’s pre­cious blood;
All dist­ance gone; our souls by grace set free;
We wor­ship Thee, our Fa­ther and our God.

We would, O God, pre­sent be­fore Thy face
The frag­rant name of Thy be­lov­èd Son;
By faith we view Him in that ho­ly place,
Which, by His dy­ing, He for us has won.

We share Thy joy in Him who sit­teth there;
Our hearts de­light in Thy de­light in Him;
Chiefest of thou­sands, fair­er than the fair;
His glo­ry naught can tar­nish, naught can dim.

We bow in wor­ship now be­fore Thy throne,
By faith the ob­ject of Thy love would see;
Who, in the midst, His breth­ren’s song doth lead.
To Him, our Sav­ior, shall the glo­ry be!