We know Thee who Thou art,
Lord Je­sus, Ma­ry’s son;
We know the yearn­ings of Thy heart
To end Thy work be­gun.

That sac­red fount of grace,
’Mid all the bliss of Hea­ven,
Has joy when­e’er we seek Thy face,
And kneel to be for­giv­en.

Brought home from ways per­verse,
At peace Thine arms with­in,
We pray Thee, shield us from the curse
Of fall­ing back to sin.

We dare not ask to live
Henceforth from tri­als free;
But oh! when next they tempt us, give
More strength to cling to Thee.

We know Thee who Thou art,
Our own re­deem­ing Lord;
Be Thou by will, and mind, and heart,
Accepted, loved, adored.