To Thee, O Sav­ior friend,
Our lov­ing prayers as­cend,
To Thee we sing.
Upon Thine al­tars here
Our choic­est gifts ap­pear,
And all we hold most dear
To Thee we bring.

Sometimes our love to Thee
Grows cold, and seems to be
A fleet­ing breath.
But Thine burns warm and pure
While earth­ly things en­dure:
A love for­ev­er sure
In life and death.

Dear Lord, our love re­new,
That we with zeal may do
Thy ho­ly will.
Support us when we fail,
Be near us when we call,
Direct and help us all
To serve Thee still.