tr., John Brownlie

I

We worship, Lord, before Thee now,

For great, and good, and pure art Thou.

O Christ, the God, our stumblings heal,

And lead us all Thy love to feel.

II

For of Thy will it pleased Thee well

Here, in our flesh, with us to dwell,

To bear the Cross, that we might be

From Satan's servitude set free.

III

Wherefore we cry aloud and praise,

With thankful voice, Thy name always;

For, O! our Saviour, Thou didst bring

The joy that makes our souls to sing.