O hea­ven­ly King, look down from above;
Assist us to sing Thy mer­cy and love.
So sweet­ly o’er­flow­ing, so plen­te­ous the store,
Thou still art be­stow­ing, and giv­ing us more.

O God of our life, we hal­low Thy name,
Our bu­si­ness and strife is Thee to pro­claim.
Accept our thanks­giv­ing for cre­at­ing grace;
The liv­ing, the liv­ing shall show forth Thy praise.

Our Fa­ther and Lord, al­migh­ty art Thou;
Preserved by Thy Word, we wor­ship Thee now;
The boun­ti­ful Do­nor of all we en­joy,
Our tongues, to Thine hon­or, and lives we em­ploy.

But, oh, above all Thy kind­ness we praise,
From sin and from thrall which saves the lost race;
Thy Son Thou hast giv­en the world to re­deem,
And bring us to Hea­ven whose trust is in Him.