Behold Us, Lord, Before Thee Met

Behold us

Lord

be­fore Thee met

Whom each bright an­gel serves and fears

Who on Thy throne re­mem­ber­est yet

Thy spot­less boy­hood’s qui­et years;

Whose feet the hills of Na­za­reth trod

Who art true Man and per­fect God.

To Thee we look

in Thee con­fide

Our help is in Thine own dear name;

For who on Je­sus e’er re­lied

And found not Je­sus still the same?

Thus far Thy love our souls hath brought:

O stab­lish well what Thou hast wrought.

From Thee was our bap­tis­mal grace

The ho­ly seed by Thee was sown;

And now be­fore our Fa­ther’s face

We make the three great vows our own

And ask

in Thine ap­point­ed way

Confirm us in Thy grace to­day.

We need Thee more than tongue can speak

’Mid foes that well might cast us down;

But thou­sands

once as young and weak

Have fought the fight

and won the crown;

We ask the help that bore them through;

We trust the Faith­ful and the True.

So bless us with the gift com­plete

By hands of Thy chief pas­tors giv’n

That aw­ful pre­sence kind and sweet

Which comes in se­ven­fold might from Heav’n;

Eternal Christ

to Thee we bow:

Give us Thy Spir­it here and now.