Son of God, eter­nal Sav­ior,
Source of life and truth and grace,
Son of Man, whose birth in­car­nate
Hallows all our hu­man race,
Thou, our head who, throned in glo­ry,
For Thine own dost ev­er plead,
Fill us with Thy love and pity;
Heal our wrongs, and help our need.

Bind us all as one to­ge­ther
In Thy Church’s sac­red fold,
Weak and heal­thy, poor and weal­thy,
Sad and joy­ful, young and old.
Is there want, or pain, or sor­row?
Make us all the bur­den share.
Are there spir­its crushed and brok­en?
Teach us, Lord, to soothe their care.

As Thou, Lord, hast lived for oth­ers,
So may we for oth­ers live;
Freely have Thy gifts been grant­ed,
Freely may Thy ser­vants give.
Thine the gold and Thine the sil­ver,
Thine the wealth of land and sea,
We but stew­ards of Thy boun­ty,
Held in so­lemn trust for Thee.

Come, O Christ, and reign among us,
King of love, and Prince of peace,
Hush the storm of strife and pas­sion,
Bid its cru­el dis­cords cease:
By Thy pa­tient years of toil­ing,
By Thy si­lent hours of pain,
Quench our fe­vered thirst of plea­sure,
Shame our self­ish greed of gain.

Son of God, eter­nal Sav­ior,
Source of life and truth and grace,
Son of Man, whose birth in­car­nate
Hallows all our hu­man race,
Thou who prayedst, Thou who will­est,
That Thy peo­ple should be one,
Grant, O grant our hope’s fru­ition:
Here on earth Thy will be done.