Sweetest joy the soul can know,
Fairest light was ever shed,
Who alike in joy or woe,
Leavest none un­vis­it­ed;
Spirit of the High­est God,
Lord from whom is life be­stowed,
Who up­hold­est ev­ery­thing,
Hear me, hear me, while I sing!

For the nob­lest gift Thou art
That a soul e’er sought or won,
Have I wished Thee to my heart,
Then my wish­ing all is done;
Ah then yield Thee, nor re­fuse
Here to dwell, for Thou didst choose
This my heart, from e’en its birth,
For Thy tem­ple here on earth.

Thou art shed like gent­lest showers
From the Fa­ther and the Son,
Bringest to this earth of ours
Purest bless­ing from their throne;
Suffer then, O no­ble Guest,
That rich gift by Thee pos­sessed,
Which Thou giv­est at Thy will
All my soul and flesh to fill.

Thou art wise, be­fore Thee stand
Hidden things un­veiled to Thee,
Countest up the grains of sand,
Fathomest the deep­est sea,
And Thou know­est well how blind,
Dark and crook­ed is my mind;
Give me wis­dom, in Thy light
Let me please my God aright.

Thou art holy, en­ter­est in
Where pure hearts Thy coming wait,
But Thou flee­st shame and sin,
Craft and false­hood Thou dost hate;
Wash me then, O Well of grace,
Every stain and spot ef­face,
Let me flee what Thou dost flee,
Grant me what Thou lov’st to see.

Thou art lov­ing, hat­est strife,
As a lamb of pa­tient mood,
Calm through all our rest­less life,
E’en to sin­ners kind and good;
Grant me too this no­ble mind,
To be calm and true and kind,
Loving ev­ery friend or foe,
Grieving none whom Thou dost know.

Well con­tent­ed is my heart,
If but Thou re­ject me not;
If but Thou wilt ne’er depart,
I am blest whate’er my lot;
Thine for ev­er make me now,
And to Thee, my Lord, I vow
Here and yon­der to em­ploy
Every pow­er for Thee with joy.

Be my help when danger’s nigh,
When I sink hold Thou me up,
Be my life when I must die,
In the grave be Thou my hope;
Bring me when I rise again
To the land that knows no pain,
Where Thy fol­low­ers from Thy stream
Drink for ev­er joys su­preme.