Our Prayer

Our heav' nly Father and our Friend, Behold a cloud of incense rise; The pray' rs of saints to heav' n ascend; Hear thou thy humble children' s cries.

Regard our prayers for Zion' s peace; Shed in our hearts thy love abroad; Thy gifts abundantly increase; Enlarge and fill us all, O God!

Before thy sheep, great Shepherd, go, And guide into thy perfect will; Cause us thy hallowed name to know; The work of faith in us fulfil.

Help us to make our calling sure; O let us all be saints indeed, And pure, as thou thyself art pure, Conformed in all things to our Head.

Take the dear purchase of thy blood, Thy blood hath washed us white as snow; Present us sanctified to God, In us thy grace and glory show.