Son of the living God, display

Thy glory in this place,

While for new hearts, new souls we pray,

And early seek Thy face.

Wert Thou obedient unto death,

That we might never die?

Didst Thou, as man, resume Thy breath,

To plead for us on high?

And wilt Thou in Thine image mould

Those whom Thy blood hath bought?

As God, in us the clay behold;

In us the change be wrought:--

Till heart in hand ourselves we give,

No longer deem'd our own;

Baptized into Thy death to live,--

To live to Thee alone.

So when this earthly house we leave,

For mansions built above,

Our Spirits to the arms receive

Of Thine eternal love.