O Thou, our Savior, Brother, Friend,
Behold a cloud of incense rise;
The prayers of saints to Heaven ascend,
Grateful, accepted sacrifice.
Regard our prayers for Zion's peace;
Shed in our hearts Thy love abroad;
Thy gifts abundantly increase;
Enlarge, and fill us all with 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 fulfill.
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 shall wash us white as snow;
Present us sanctified to God,
And perfected in love below.