To Thee, O God, we raise
Our voice, in chor­al sing­ing;
We come, with pray­er and praise,
Our hearts’ obla­tions bring­ing;
Thou art our fa­thers’ God,
And ever shalt be ours:
Our lips and lives shall laud
Thy name, with all our pow­ers.

Thy good­ness, like the dew
On Her­mon’s hill des­cend­ing,
Is ev­ery morn­ing new,
And tells of love un­end­ing.
We bless Thy ten­der care
That led our way­ward feet,
Past ev­ery fa­tal snare,
To streams and pas­tures sweet.

We bless Thy Son, who bore
The cross, for sin­ners dy­ing;
Thy Spir­it we adore,
The pre­cious blood ap­ply­ing.
Let work and wor­ship send
Their in­cense un­to Thee,
Till song and ser­vice blend,
Beside the crys­tal sea.