Father, we own Thy sov’reign claim
And bless Thy Son’s most precious name,
Whom Thou for us hast given;
Who bore the curse to sinners due,
Quickened our ruined souls anew,
And made us heirs of heaven.

‘Tis by the Holy Ghost alone
That Christ, the Lord, is made our own,
The gift of grace divine:
But since to us, in His blest face,
There shines the glory of Thy grace,
We know that we are Thine.

Oh, while we here together join,
Before the throne of grace divine,
Bow down a Father’s ear;
Our hearts have listened to Thy word,
Thy name we praise with glad accord,
Reveal Thyself as near.