To be our hope, our joy, our rest;
The glories that compose Thy name
Standing engaged to make us blest.
Hail! as our Father and our God!
For we are Thine by sacred ties,
Thy sons and daughters—bought with blood.
That far from Thee we ne'er may move;
Our guard—the presence of the Lord;
Our joy—Thy perfect present love.
Turning to light our darkest days;
And lifts on high each feeble voice,
While we have breath to pray or praise.