Our Father, we would worship
In Jesus' holy name;
For He, whate'er our changes,
Forever is the same:
Through Him our childlike praises
As incense sweet will be;
The songs Thy Spirit raises
Can ne'er want melody.
The fire Thy love hath kindled
Shall never be put out;
The Spirit keeps it burning
(Though dimmed by things without):
Oh make it burn more brightly!
By faith more freely shine;
That we may value rightly
The grace that made us Thine.