O Father, We Would Thank Thee

O Fa­ther

we would thank Thee

For all Thy love has giv­en

Our pre­sent joy of son­ship

Our fu­ture joy in Heav­en;

The life which sin had blight­ed

So won­drous­ly re­stored

By our mys­te­ri­ous un­ion

With Je­sus Christ our Lord.

Rich gifts of life and glad­ness—

A new and heav’n­ly birth

Baptismal wa­ters flow­ing

To cleanse the sons of earth;

The strength in which to fol­low

The steps that Je­sus trod;

And love be­yond all know­ledge

Which calls us sons of God.

O mer­cy all abun­dant

Bestowed on us today!

O hope of fu­ture glo­ry

Which fad­eth not away!

By God’s great love be­got­ten

To liv­ing hope and sure

May we at Christ’s ap­pear­ing

Be pure as He is pure.

For all Thy gifts

O Fa­ther

Our hymns of praise arise—

The love which calls us child­ren

The hope which pu­ri­fies;

The grace by which we of­fer

A serv­ice glad and free;

The ear­nest of per­fect­ion

Of full­er life with Thee.