O King of kings, be­fore whose throne
The an­gels bow, no gift can we
Present that is in­deed our own,
Since Hea­ven and earth be­long to Thee;
Yet this our souls through grace im­part,
The of­fer­ing of a thank­ful heart.

O Je­su, set at God’s right hand,
With Thine eter­nal Fa­ther plead
For all Thy loy­al-heart­ed band,
Who still on earth Thy suc­cor need:
For them in weak­ness strength pro­vide,
And through the world their foot­steps guide.

O Ho­ly Spi­rit, fount of breath,
Whose com­forts ne­ver fail nor fade,
Vouchsafe the life that knows no death,
Vouchsafe the light that knows no shade;
And grant that we may through all our days
May share Thy gifts, and sing Thy praise.