Worship the Lord in the beau­ty of ho­li­ness,
Bow down be­fore Him, His glo­ry pro­claim;
Gold of obe­di­ence and in­cense of low­li­ness,
Bring and adore Him—the Lord is His name.

Low at His feet lay Thy bur­den of care­ful­ness,
High on His heart He will bear it for thee;
Comfort thy sor­rows
And an­swer thy pray­er­ful­ness,
Guiding thy steps as may best for thee be.

Fear not to en­ter His courts in the slen­der­ness
Of the poor wealth thou wouldst reck­on as thine;
Truth in its beau­ty, and love in its ten­der­ness,
These are the of­fer­ings to lay on His shrine.

These though we bring them
In tremb­ling and fear­ful­ness,
He will ac­cept for the name that is dear,
Mornings of joy give for ev­en­ings of tear­ful­ness,
Trust for our tremb­ling, and hope for our fear.