On Thee, O God of pu­ri­ty!
We wait for hal­low­ing grace:
None, with­out ho­li­ness, shall see
The glo­ries of Thy face.
In souls, un­holy and un­clean,
Thou ne­ver canst de­light;
We can­not, if en­slaved by sin,
Appear be­fore Thy sight.

Behold us, Lord! with hum­ble fear,
Approach Thy tem­ple’s gate,
Though most un­wor­thy to draw near,
Or in Thy courts to wait;
But trust­ing in Thy bound­less grace,
To us so free­ly given,
We wor­ship in the ho­ly place,
And lift our souls to Hea­ven.

Lead us in all Thy right­eous ways;
Nor let our foot­steps slide;
Make straight Thy path be­fore our face,
And be our guard and guide.
No more to sin, Lord! let us yield,
Defended from above,
And kept and co­vered with the shield
Of Thine al­migh­ty love.