Thou who hast called our be­ing here,
And giv’n us souls to save,
Who taught us more of love than fear,
Of Heav’n than of the grave—

To Thee in ev­ery mor­tal hour
With con­fi­dence we turn,
And feel­ing Thine abid­ing pow­er,
Our hearts with rap­ture burn.

Thy king­dom come, Thy will be done,
May all Thy child­ren say,
And thank Thee, Fa­ther, for Thy Son,
Who taught us how to pray.