O Thou, with Whom, in Sweet Content

O Thou

with whom

in sweet con­tent

The soul that loves Thee shall abide

Grant that Thy Spir­it may be sent

That by its in­flu­ence pu­ri­fied

And touched and blessed

we may be free

Father and Friend

to dwell with Thee.

Oh

fire our hearts with quench­less love

For men

and for Thy truth di­vine—

That we may guide to things above

Where in Thy heav’ns eter­nal shine

The strong at­tract­ions of that home

From which

when found

no soul can roam.

And if upon our lone­ly way

We faint and cry to Thee for aid

Then

O our Fa­ther

grant

we pray

That

by us trem­bling and afraid

May walk the Lead­er of our race

Filling with light and joy the place.

Crown us with love

and so with peace

Transfigure du­ty to de­light;

Our lips in­spire

our faith in­crease

Brighten with hope our dark­est night.

Bring us from earth­ly bond­age free

To find our heav’n in serv­ing Thee.