Saviour, thy law we love,

Thy pure example bless,

And with a firm, unwavering zeal,

Would in thy footsteps press.

2 Not to the fiery pains

By which the martyrs bled;

Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross,

Our favored feet are led—

3 But, at this peaceful tide,

Assembled in thy fear,

The homage of obedient hearts,

We humbly offer here.