Father of peace, and God of love! we own thy pow’r to save, That pow’r by which our Shepherd rose victorious o’er the grave. | Him from the dead thou brought’st again, when, by his sacred blood, Confirmed and sealed for evermore, th’ eternal cov’nant stood. | O may thy Spirit seal our souls, and mould them to thy will, That our weak hearts no more may stray, but keep thy precepts still; | That to perfection’s sacred height we nearer still may rise, And all we think, and all we do, be pleasing in thine eyes. | |