O Thou, who gav'st thy servant grace

On thee the living Rock to rest,

To look on thine unveilèd face,

And lean on thy protecting breast;

Grant us, O King of mercy, still

To feel thy presence from above,

And in thy word and in thy will

To hear thy voice and know thy love;

And when the toils of life are done,

And nature waits thy just decree,

To find our rest beneath thy throne,

And look in certain hope to thee.

To thee, O Jesus, Light of Light,

Whom as their King the saints adore,

Thou strength and refuge in the fight,

Be laud and glory evermore.

Amen.